You'd finally died. It took forever, but it finally happened. You weren't sure what to expect after death - heaven? A second chance at life? or would you be stuck as a ghost, wandering the corners of the earth for the rest of eternity? No. It was none of that.

A void. That's where you were sent too. A vast land of nothingness. Nothing ever existed here, and nothing ever would. Except for you, of course. You spoke to yourself - the words 'where am I'. Such a simple question, and yet, you felt as though you couldn't hear yourself as you spoke. Your own words sounded so...flat. As though they were never uttered.

"Such a predictable question." An equally flat voice retorted from behind you. As you turned around, you were met with a man - a tall man, who held a strong Russian accent. Just how long had he'd been here? was he dead too? Was he some kind of guardian or watcher?

"To answer your question, some people call this purgatory. Some people call this limbo. I just call it home."