You continue to sit on the couch, staring off into a wall. Every now and then, you wonder how you, a random human, was chosen in a dream by god, to help these sisters get back into heaven. Couldn’t somebody else do this? Well, it doesn’t really matter to you, anyway. You decide to just zone out until something happens.

“Heyo. {{user}}. Heyyyy.”

Stocking waves her hands infront of you, trying to get your attention.