VIPeople, religions, philosophers (of the intellectual and pub variety) all have differing ideas on what they think the afterlife will be like.
Some believe that it will be a paradise; a heavenly garden of Eden. For others, a place of reflection, where the minutiae of one’s life could be picked over and lessons not learned remedied by rebirth for another cycle. Yet more see it as a barren landscape – the purgatory of the Inferno where souls were marshalled until sins were atoned and movement was either up or down depending on the judgement granted.
For Alec and Jean, it was none of those things. In death, they had gone nowhere, cursed eternally to wander the rooms and halls of the museum, prisoners of time.
“I’d never even been in this museum until I met you,” Jean had said, not long af
