Soon the landscape turned back into grass, then sand. I never realized we were barefoot, but maybe I had decided to take my shoes off a few days ago. We didn't look behind us to see if the amps were still there, they didn't matter. We started walking along the beach somewhere in the Maldives. Everything felt different here, better even. "2D? Do you feel that?" Noodle asked in a whisper. "Feel wot?" I asked.

"The sun." I stopped walking, and looked up at the sun, and I felt it. It felt new, I didn't want to stop seeing it, stop feeling it. Why was this place so different? Why could we feel things here? I walked up to the waves and let them run over my feet, I felt the water too. Noodle stepped into the water with me and smiled. "I like it here." she said. I turned and smiled back at her, "Me too."

We plopped down in the sand, away from the tide. And we questioned death, "Why do you think it's just me and you, 2D?" Noodle asked. "And not everybody else?"

"I don't know, love" I said. "Maybe it was because we died together?"

She asked, "But was about hell? Or heaven? Weren't we supposed to go to one of those?"

I chuckled, "Well I don't think you would go to hell, Noodle. Your too nice for that. But maybe, it's because you didn't have much of a life, and you couldn't make many mistakes. As for, me well I don't really know."

"Oh. Well maybe whatever God there is thinks that you've done too much bad for heaven, but your still a good person. So they put us somewhere in between." She said.

"Yeah," I smirked. "Or maybe God thinks I would break their pretty harps and stuff." Noodle laughed. Her laugh chimed through the air like her guitar. It had been so long since I heard her laugh, I missed it.

We sat there, and the world felt right again. It was just me and Noodle. I closed my eyes and fell back into the sand, even though I knew I couldn't sleep. Even if I wanted to. After hours it felt like, Noodle poked my stomach. My eyes snapped open and I lazily looked to Noodle without getting up. She pointed to the horizon and my eyes followed her gaze. There in the distance were two birds, I looked at Noodle, confused.

"Don't you see?" she asked.

"See wot?" I propped myself on my elbows.

"The type." Noodle raised an eyebrow. Something I had tried to do before but just made my head hurt.

I squinted into the distance again, and caught the birds faint color. "No. Wot type are they?" I asked.

"You see the one closer to the back, circling that one?" she pointed. "It's a dove."

I saw them flying closer to us and said, "Oh yeah, and that ones a crow."

"You don't really see them together to much." Noodle mumbled. "Do you think it means something?"

"Wot could it possibly mean? That there's life here?" I asked.

"Well, the crow is considered a bad omen, a symbol of death. But the dove is considered a good omen, a symbol of love. So when you put them together-"

"You get us." I finished.

We didn't say anything after that. Most of this place didn't make much sense, but it didn't seem to matter whether or not we figured this place out. It seemed better left as a mystery. Whether not we stayed here, something about being here gave us hope. Not hope that we would reincarnate or that we weren't the only life here. It was that maybe death wasn't bad after all. It wasn't a suffering ending that we would all have to look forward to, and it wasn't a beautiful place of all the good in the universe. Death was death. There was nothing to it, and whether you wanted it to be good or bad is your own choice.

We didn't choose, though. We went with it as if we were still alive. Life goes on. And so does death.