Pissville

Mike took the elevator down to the intake lobby. These were scattered all over the afterlife and no two were exactly alike. When he opened the door, he stepped into a room that looked like a doctor's office. There was glaringly white tile, a potted plant and three black plastic and chrome chairs. In the corner, his new hire was curled up into a tight ball. Its skin was pale and wet. For some reason, when you made the journey, it was freezing and there was rain or dew in the air. This is what everyone could agree on when they compared their stories. He approached slowly and calmly. The huddled shape was shakng and moaning a bit. How remarkable that this person had been alive just mere moments before...had put on clothes and drank a cup of coffeee this morning, said hi to the neighbors, pet the cat and left the house all with the expectation that they would still be alive the next morning, the next year and so on.
The form on the floor began to slowly un-curl. He was at a loss for words. She, it was most definitely a woman, began to put her hand down on the floor and steady herself. her blonde hair was soaked and hung down t her shoulders. He was just standing there, frozen. He could only remember bits and pieces of when he first got here. The muscles on her arms stood out as she struggled to get on all fours and stand. She reached for the edge of the black chair closest to her.
He unfroze and stepped forward with the coat in one hand placing the book on the seat of one of the chairs.
"Ummm, hello. My name is Mike. I'm here to help you". It sounded like a completely inadequate thing to say. He stepped forward and helped her into the chair. She sat down, but she was still doubled over. He draped the coat over her shoulders. It enveloped her and she instinctively wrapped it around her and her shivering began to perceptibly lessen.
"What's your name, dear?" In his nervousness, he reverted to talking to her as though she was a lost child.
"ugggh, uh Maggie" she looked up at him. Her eyes were blue and her face was pale with a small sprinkle of freckles. "Where am I?..what happened?" She looked around the neutral space numbly at first and then with a bit more interest. The coat was big on her and would have reached to her ankles if she were standing..
He sat down in the chair beside her. Her profile was to him and she was looking down at her pale bare feet. She was in a semi-aware state still. She slowly began to put her arms through the sleeves of the coat.
"Am I dreaming....or in a coma?"
"Well, what's the last thing you remember?" This was the first question he remembered Florian asking him.
" I'm on the bus. It's Saturday morining. We were just going past the starbucks on State street......"
The soul knew what was going on already. The rest of her was catching up