When night falls, Kate runs.
Running away from heaven; a laughable thought to alive-Kate, but to dead-Kate, nothing is more releasing.
She runs until she realizes she's at her own grave, and then she stops.
She sees the letter, against her year of death. With a sad smile, she picks it up.
Kate,
You were—you are—everything. I miss you.
Her breath catches in her throat and she has to sit against the stone to regain control.
Maybe the in, out isn't so easy.
A tear is still on her cheek when she returns.
"Just visiting, dear?" asks Peter.
A/N: Saint Peter is the guy who stands at the gates of heaven, if you didn't know.