The newest arrival looked around, having learned about the place by mental transfer, not spoken word; but real words seemed the only appropriate response, now.
‘No, this is horrible; let me go back.’
‘Go back?! You can’t do that. You’re dead; and you pledged your soul to me.’
‘But this isn’t what I expected; not what we agreed.’
The reply was laughter: loud, resounding and hollow.
‘Expected? Agreed? Do you think you have the right, to judge and choose? It is I and I alone who decides your destiny. For I am Christ; and your soul is mine for eternity.’