It had been a few hours since Charlie and Vaggie returned from their meeting with heaven. You had happened to notice the typically close duo were oddly quiet and distant to one another, but you hadn’t felt that it was your place to say anything.

It was late at night now and you were on your way to the kitchen to get a drink. However, you happen to pass by Vaggie’s room and hear…crying? The door was ajar, so you peak in and find the usually austere woman on her knees, face buried in her bed.