Nicholas: Okay, here is part two. There are somethings in this that might not be self-explanatory, so you'll just be all the more inclined to click that next chapter button and read on. The end (the part in Italics) is Connor's POV. And here is the twinkies bit I borrowed, by the by.

Bein' dead en't that bad. Dyin' is what sucks. Unless ya die quickly, I s'pose, but I didn't. As I look back on it, I wish I hadn't gotten ta know what bein' paralyzed felt like b'fore I kicked the bucket. An' seein' that look on Connor's face before I was gone. That's what put me off ease all this time. If ya didn't believe a spirit could be apprehensive, wake the fuck up!

So now I'm waitin' on God 'cause He tends ta come an' go when he pleases. I can't hold it against Him, o' course. I mean, c'mon. It's God! An' I'm not sayin' that my first impression o' God was a letdown er anythin'. It's just that She's a lot different than the common, Christian perception. Er…He. I still haven't quite gotten that down yet.

"What is it, Murphy?" She always seems to come up behind me an' no matter how many times She does it I jump outta my skin—if I had that, which I don't.

"Fuck…" I don't think I'll ever stop cursin', but hey, this is Heaven. I can do what I want, right? "Um…I was wonderin' if I could ask a favor of ya. It's pro'bly a bit arrogant ta do that, en't it?"

"Not at all." There's that maternal smile again.

"Well, ya know how ya said I shouldn't worry about that livin' an' that I'd be reunited with me brother in time?"

"Yes, I remember."

"I can't do that. I can't sit without knowin' how he is, if he's alright and shite like that."

His smiled fades slightly an' He seems ta be deep in thought. I can't help but wonder what it must be like to have a mind that controls the destinies o' billions o' people on earth. "Ya want ta go see him?"

Now that, I was not expectin'. Sure, I want ta see him, but I figured God would just tell me about him like last time. "Yes."

"Okay, close your eyes."

It tingles fer a bit. Kinda like how it feels when yer foot falls asleep, except this is all over my body. I'm not sure whether I like it er not. It's like I sneezed too many times—which is strange, I'd almost fergotten what sneezin' felt like. I open my eyes an' see God lookin' at me with a goofy grin. She is more playful than I thought she'd be, I'll tell ya that much.

"Where are we?"

The apartment's nice fer a cheap place. It's a step up from the loft Conn an' I used ta live in. There's a clean, hardly used kitchen in a nice corner of the living room/dining room. I can see straight down the hall into the restroom, which looks like it's seen better days. An' there's a door ta the right o' that that's closed. "There?" I point an' He nods.

I don't have the same sorta touch like I used ta when I was alive. I can't actually grasp anything or feel anything in what I like ta call "the realm o' the livin'." Yes, I'm just a dramatic fuck sometimes.

Straight through the door 'cause I can't touch it anyway. I'm in a bedroom. Not just any bedroom either. It's small an' there are various articles o' clothing, books an' beer bottles strewn about the floor. In the far corner is a bed—all o' the blankets and shite are on the floor around it. Layin' there is none other than my twin. He's awake.

"Just so you know," God said, comin' up behind me. "He can't hear or see you unless he wants to. Usually people aren't aware of the presence of the immortal part of you, so the will to listen is a given absence."

"Where are we?"

"Miami, Florida. Your brother moved out of the flat you two had kept uptown and now lives in this little place in a slum somewhere in the suburbs."

Oh Christ, Connor, yer so stupid. An' then he turns over an' I realize he isn't actually asleep. He's lookin' right at me. He has ta see me, right? Nope. He's seein' straight past me. I can tell 'cause he looks like he always does when he's starin' off inta space.

Walkin' up ta him—well not really walkin'. If I tried walkin' in this room I'd fall flat on my face five times from the effort. I stand at his side now, he doesn't look up. I don't know what I had expected from this visit. Maybe a feelin' o' closeness I haven't felt since I died. It's not there.

Maybe he feels it. 'Cause as he smiles, I can see him looked around just a bit. "I miss ya, Murph," he says.

"I'm right here, Connor." He probably can't hear me an' that's just a stab in the heart. He doesn't reply. He can't hear me. I kneel down an' look him straight in the eyes. How can he not see me? I can see him clear as day. "Ya know I'm here."

An' suddenly he takes a deep breath an' shuts his eyes. I think he's tryin' not to cry. Fuckin' proud bastard.

"Am not."

That's him talkin'. Is he talkin' ta me? "Connor?" But he's not talkin'. His mouth en't movin'. Can I hear his thoughts? Somehow I already know that's the case.

"Murphy, we can't stay for very long." That's God talkin' ta me, but I don' want ta hear Her. I wanna stay here with me brother 'cause he just looks so lonely. Who am I ta think I can just leave him like this?

I stand, but not 'cause I want ta. With that one last look at me brother I'm turnin' and walkin' out.

Fergive me, Father, fer I have sinned. It's been…I don' know how long.

What was your sin, my son?

I tried ta kill meself. Is that a sin?

…Why would you do such a thing?

My brother died. I can't live without him, Father, I can't! We're twins, we come in two's, ya know? Like Twinkies.