As Death contemplated about his inability to grow appendages, Melissa was organizing the "list", adding questions and notations.
" Uhm Bob, can I ask you something?"
" What?, Oh yes, anything."
" How did this start, lets go back to the beginning and figure out how you went wrong. I think thats the only way we are gonna be able to get a head on this problem."
"Ok. I have a book, it list the time and places I am supposed to be to greet the soul, take it to its appropriate place and go on to the next one."
" I got that Bob, I want to know about that day."
" That day listed Marrissa as a successful suicide, she was supposed to be in the room you were in. But Marrissa never made it to the hospital, and you were put in the room as an overdose, sent home and I followed your trail instead of hers."
" My trail? Explain please."
" Every soul leaves a trail of energy that can be followed. I know you know what I am talking about because everywhere on this Terra you hear about energy, hauntings, etc,. So when I went to the hospital I thought I was following Marrissa's trail and to just put it all simply, it was you, and I found you home, in overdose recovery, and fighting all the way. I am assuming that Marrissa never even made it to the hospital because I never found her trail."
"Yeah, but you said you heard she went to Peter and Satan, and asked about you there, can't you find her trail there?"
" You would think so, but apparently she has found a way to avoid me, or is learning tricks she should not have figured out."
" So cant you just go to her house and find her trail there?"
" Yes, if I had know about two years earlier. Now its too late, her trail is gone."
"But wouldnt she have left a trail where ever she went? I dont get it, here I am trying to get you some help, but BOB, hey BOB, are you listening to me?"
And in fact Death was listening, but not to her, he was hearing the yells from other planes, that there were some things happening and he needed to go fast.
" Listen Melissa can you do me a big favor? Can you use that thing the computer, and see if you can find anything that seems out of the ordinary, stories, amazing happenings, I have to go, somethings going on, but I will be back as soon as possible. I promise."
"Just like last time, huh? Just pop in and out asking for help never staying long enough....." Melissa realized she was talking to empty air. Death had left once more.
Death hovered over a scene he didnt think he would ever see on the planes of his world. Souls wandering around, angels trying to calm everyone down, in the midst of Peter arguing with Orda of all people, and Himself and Herself with their backs turned to each other. Not really sure he wanted to descend, he knew he couldnt stay where he was. Once he was sensed that was it. So might as well go on in and find out what was going on. But not really sure he wanted to.
" Death, what in the hell do you think your doing?"
" Death, why arent you doing your job?"
"Death, I told you the rules when I created you for this job, why are you talking to humans,", this from Himself.
Death approached the group, pushing his way through the lost souls, and going directly to Himself.
" Himself, why cant I grow appendages like Orda and the other demons? Why cant I talk to humans like the angels do? Why do I have to be skeletal and scarey just to bring souls safely over? Why..."
" Dear, dont lose control. You always do something I regret when you lose your temper." Herself put herself before Himself facing Death.
" Now, Death, slow down, and lets get these things done first post hast and then we will all settle down for a nice long meeting. How does that sound? Everyone? Is that okay? I see frowns, but you know what? Tough, and yes dear that means you too. I will not have this plane in chaos like the earth, do you hear me, all of you! I WILL NOT HAVE IT. THATS FINAL. Now go to your respective places and we will meet in about say a hour or so, our time."
Herself grabbed Himself, pulling him along as he grumbled and she bowed her head toward him speaking rapidly and low.
" I Swear Death if...."
" I heard that, Peter, not now." Herself stated.
"You little weasel of an ang...."
"Orda, no more! Go to hell where you belong until this meeting."
Both Demon and Angel parted to allow Death to face his souls.
In a re-enactment of an earlier time Death separated his souls in three groups, got them where they needed to go as quickly as possible and then grabbed some down minutes at his lake shore. Wishing he had an assistant, so these things wouldnt happen, he put it on his list of complaints. Peter had help, Satan had help, why shouldnt he have help. Even Himself had Herself. In fact, why did he even have to be here most of the time. He could be with his Melissa. " And therein is the problem, Death, she is not your Melissa, and you are not human." Death headed off to the Gates for a meeting he both wanted to have and yet wanted to avoid. Did all this really begin because of him?
