Susan found herself trapped in a prison of her own design.

Quite literally as well; she'd helped build Banny for crying out loud! Ironic was definitely the word to use because here she was nearly a year later. Stuck, paralyzed, and slowly dying. Or maybe she'd died already and now she was just in hell.

Ever since Susan had her little conversation with 'Bon'–there wasn't a way in hell that was his name–she'd been a little shaken up to say the least. The concept of the afterlife or anything related to it wasn't something she would necessarily consider herself very experienced in. For the past ten years of her life she simply didn't believe in such a thing.

Now though, apparently ghosts were real. Seems she wasn't good enough for Heaven or Hell, because where she ended up after Bon was done with her certainly wasn't either. It was barely an afterlife anyway because she was still alive. Just alive enough to see and breath but not enough to feel; not enough to move either, though maybe that had to do with Bon snapping her neck like a toothpick.

Susan lost hope a while ago that she might have been saved. Even if she had been saved, what would be the point in living afterwards? There wasn't anyway to revert near full bodied paralysis as far as she knew, which meant her life was over–good as done. What kind of cripple could be as good a mechanic as she? No kind of cripple. Plus how would anyone find her anyway?

She'd been stuffed inside of Banny for what to felt like days now. Just how many she didn't know, but her internal clock was holding on just enough to give her the hunch that she had been backstage for a while now. Maybe three days, hell maybe thirty. Susan just simply didn't know.

A small, teenie tiny part of her still held out hope though. That's what people were all about right, holding out hope in situations where there had no right to be any. It wasn't like she was going to get her hopes up.

And then that rose red door with Bon's cartoon face on it opened up with a creak.

A quiet groan of delight.