Tisha spread her arms wide "If it's a waiting room. Why are we here?"
Tisha saw Maya's grandmother leave Maya, smile first at Maya, then at Tisha. Tisha tried to speak, but her words would not come. Yet in some way she understood why they were here.
Maya's grandmother frowned and shook her head, knowing Tisha's thoughts. No, Tisha wanted to yell, no, that can't be! But the grandmother smiled again and a wave of reassurance filled Tisha.
As Maya's grandmother slowly faded, Tisha found her voice.
"We've died, haven't we? We're here. Waiting here, waiting to pass on."