Death looked at her. Her trees all planted. He could see what she could see now, finally. It had taken one of the Living to See the last piece of the Universe He could not.
His hollow eye sockets gazed at the Field before them. ‘Do you see them now? They ley lines? Where every Soul crosses and Converges? I think there are more degrees of Separation here, in this Containment Field. A place to…’ she let off for Him to finish.
‘To bury the Dead.’ He turned to her. ‘But for how long?’
‘Can you feel them,’ she said, turning to Death. ‘They're almost here.’
He looked at her, slightly concerned. She had been the only soul He had been able to recall. I chose right. I hope she chooses right, too.
She turned her hand and a plant died. She smiled. Soon, she thought. They'll be back soon.
He looked at her. He saw the Shadow growing behind her.
‘My dear, what did you do?’
‘I made an agreement,’ she replied. ‘I - . I know you won't approve but…I found the Past. . .I…I spoke with it. I made an agreement.’
‘My dear,’ He said? ‘The Past?’ He smiled. ‘Well, I was not expecting that.’
‘It’s an arch,’ she said. She put down her coffee and turned to Death. ‘What do you think?’
‘It’s made of Stars,’ He said flatly, unaware of what she did.
‘I know. What do you think?’
‘How did you…’
‘I told you I was working overtime,’ she gazed at Him, waiting for His answer.
‘I….I don’t know. What’s its Purpose?’
‘Expansion. I needed more room. More containment. More time. I started some new constellations to arch the Souls through.’
‘I…,’ He turned to her. ‘What did you make them from?’
‘Old souls. Ones in storage. It was like-’
‘Knitting?’ He finished for her.
‘I was gonna say embroidery, but, yea, why not? Knitting.’
‘It's a matter of size, scale, and perspective,’ He told her. ‘What you're looking to do has never been done before. There are too many parameters in place, too many-’
‘Obstacles?’ she cut him short.
‘Obstacles,’ He nodded.
‘Fractals, my dear,’ he said to her.
They were sitting on the curb at Times Square.
‘What about them?’ she murmured back, turning a page in her book.
‘What do you think we are here for, today?’
She looked up slowly, finishing her book’s last paragraph. ‘The end, I suppose.’
‘The end of what?’
‘Another life.’
He smiled curtly at her. ‘Think again, and then -’
‘Oh God,’ she stammered, horrified. ‘Is this a math lesson??’
He smiled broadly now. ‘What can we learn?’
He immediately appeared on the other side of the street, opposite to her, to where He had been sitting a moment before.
‘Times Square,’ she said.
‘Times Square,’ He smiled.
“Particle continuement,” He insisted.
She stared blankly.
“Their energy folds. They will not consciously experience the trajectory of their matter as SpaceTime moves around itself. Their Sentience, Their Form, Their Soul-”
‘Waits.’
He nodded. Patiently as Always.
“So…What’d God do? After the angels fell.”
Death looked at Her. He wasn’t sure She was Ready to Know. He steeled Himself against Her Eyes. She was the only person alive that could make Him flinch. “He fractured them. Or, their fall fractured them. No one really knows. Their…disobedience, their, willingness to help…He thought it overrode the Human’s Free Will. So-.”
“So He left us here,” she finished for Him. “To pick up our own pieces. While the humans…”
“While the humans use their Free Will. But now…Now the humans think they are stronger than us. They think they can Encage us. Sort us like their AI and Algorithms. Call upon Us in Times of Darkness, when Earth Begins to Enter the Void, again.”
“Again?” She quoted Him.
“Again,” He nodded tertly.