Hello....? Is this thing working? I'm not good with technology at all...[poking a finger in the feed view, leaving a noticeable smudge] I...where am I? What's with the wings? Is this a joke, about me and Kanna and the winged beings? It's not a very nice joke at all...

[gulping, looking like she's going to cry] I-I...a lot of us died, you know. Because of it. If this is all just a-a joke...

[a pause. she seems to seriously consider her surroundings for a moment.] This isn't....heaven, is it? I mean, we have wings...will I get to see my birth mother? I never really knew her all that good.

...Yukito? Are you here? Is this where you went? ....I miss you.

It was a strange, strange feeling. She expected heaven to look stereotypical--puffy clouds, shining golden gates, warm light all around her. But wherever she was had none of those elements. It felt cold and snowy, and she saw only the greens of trees above her. At least the wings were there. She always read books where angels has fluffy white wings, and there they were, plopped on her back.

Misuzu sat up, rubbing her eyes. Her back ached, and she put a hand up to touch the wings. Why did they hurt? Things in heaven weren't supposed to hurt. Everything was supposed to be calm and peaceful...But heaven wasn't supposed to be full of snow, either. She felt lucky that her dress was down to her ankles, and that she was wearing her school shoes and socks. She pulled them up as high as she could while she got to her feet. 

It was weird. She didn't feel weak. Although her hair was still short like she remembered it. Same as normal. Except she was actually able to stand on her own. Wasn't she using a wheelchair before...? Luckily the snow wasn't deep, so she tried taking a step. Her legs worked perfectly fine. Maybe it was just another working aspect of heaven. Where everything was fixed, where everything was right.

Misuzu took a few more steps, her arms out to the sides to balance herself. It was only then she noticed the snow softly piling on her arms. She drew them close to her chest and shivered. She had to get inside somewhere. If there even were any houses in heaven. But the angels wouldn't get left out in the cold, would they? No, they couldn't. It was heaven, afterall.

But then she started to wonder about frostbite. She couldn't die twice. ...could she? Could people die in heaven? Was there some sort of system where you could or couldn't die once you were already dead? She could get cold. She felt cold. The snow everywhere was cold. 

Her mind soon snapped back to the present. No, there was something more important than herself. Someone more important. Two someones more important. 

Her mother. And Yukito.

Where were they? They weren't here, where they? They weren't dead...they couldn't be. Unless Yukito really did die. Maybe that meant she could see him again. She suddenly felt selfish. She shouldn't have thought that. No, just because she died, Yukito had to. He left. Of his own will. He had bigger and better things to accomplish. She just wasn't part of it. 

And yet still she wished to see him. Heaven was magic, wasn't it?