After staring for far too long at the universe below, Peter knew he was in trouble. The soul didn't magically appear in front of him once more and he hadn't even gotten her name. He waited on the edge of the cloud until the next soul came through and, thankfully, was processed without so much as a hiccup. Exactly as it should be. He'd never, ever had anything like this happen before! Were people sometimes shocked to be here sure, but if they were here they weren't about to make a fuss over it. Who wouldn't want to be here!?

But now he found himself pacing the promenade, getting half a step closer to the offices of the High Seraphim each time before turning around to walk back, "We don't even have a form for this," he muttered to himself, running his fingers through his hair nervously as he turned once more towards his goal, "We have a form for everything how do we not have a form for this?! I don't even know who to report this t-"

He nearly jumped out of his skin when a tall, robed figure stepped out of the shadows. There weren't that many shadows in Heaven that seemed all that dark, really, more like a soft blue-gray, but now the one that Peter was standing in felt very foreboding.

"Oh! Sir! I didn't know you were back," he said politely, straightening up too quickly and stumbling back a step. "I was just on my way to see Sera—"

The robed figure cut him off with a raised hand, voice impossibly deep and filled with a gravity that caused Peter's forehead to start sweating. ""That won't be necessary. I heard there was an issue at the gates earlier."

"Yeah, it was crazy!" Peter spread his hands, thankful to finally be able to tell someone about it, "Who backs away from the pearly gates!? We should really install some railings!"

"A rogue soul will not be tolerated. I will personally see to its retrieval. You can return to your post." The figure's tone was final and commanding and Peter found himself nodding quickly in agreement, giving one more glance towards the High Seraphim's office.

"Whew, thank you, Sir! I did not want to have to be the one to—and he's gone." Peter looked back to find himself alone on the street, talking to himself. Glancing left, then right, he stuck his hands in his pockets and started whistling as he turned to head back to the gates. This whole thing was definitely someone else's problem.