Sadly, the characters are not mine. Two of my most favourite character creators made them up. They all belong to Whedon and Pratchett, may they both keep on writing for years to come.Prologue
Death watched the girl stand up.
“Haven’t I seen you somewhere before?” she asked, looking a little puzzled.
MET. TWICE IN FACT.
“Oh. Shouldn’t I remember you?”
PEOPLE USUALLY DON’T. BUT THEN, THEY RARELY GET A CHANCE TO SEE ME MORE THAN ONCE.
“Yeah, I don’t always do what other people do. You’re not evil are you?”
NOT AS SUCH.
The girl seemed to be working up the nerve to ask another question but before she could try to ask she disappeared.
Death frowned as he saw the girl return to her body.
“THIS IS GETTING TIRESOME.”
He watched as she woke up and was embraced by her friends.
“MY VERY OWN GREAT-GRANDSON…”
He shook his head and disappeared.