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Come in take a seat The young man furrowed his brow I em wait where am I The older gent motioned to the chair Please take a seat As the young man settled into the leather seat, the older filled the glass on the table between them with water Slightly trembling the young man lifted.the glass and sipped at the water A loud click as he placed the glass upon the table His gaze drifting around the sparse room He looked back to where he had arrived but couldn’t see a door, just another white wall I a cough as he cleared his throat am Zion And unfortunately you are dead The young man blinked twice and a smile morphed erratically upon his face The older man continued The young man winced as the image of headlights speeding towards him which flashed in his head Frantically throwing his hands over his face Yes, that happened, Zion.flatly uttered These are you final moments You may ask any question All knowledge accessible You can fix any regret Talk to anyone living or dead Dean my name is Dean -offering his hand in welcome Is it just Zion like Madonna he smiled No second names Zion bemused-No second name And if it’s not personal can I ask what are you An angel Dean chuckled No no nothing like that I am your sciribe He continued Everything existing or not has one We note everything from your beginning to well now. Dean lifting his glass once more to his lips The clear liquid in his glass now tasted like lemonade his thoughts drifting to a long gone summer sitting with his sister on the newly cut lawn. That taste you just had-Zion nodded, it’s the same lemonade.