I couldn't shake the feeling. The moon was out. The stars were twinkling. And I couldn't clean myself of the feeling. I'm dead. I have been dead for about a year and I was figuring that out on December 25th, 2006.

I stared at my fingertips. They were see-through. I looked in a mirror. I wasn't there. I didn't understand how I've never noticed it before. Something always was distracting me from noticing. I went to school, like a normal young adult. I did my work, like a normal young adult. I talked to my parents with an attitude, like a normal young adult. And I'm dead. I'd been living a lie. Well, dying a lie, to put it more realistically.

And then I was responsible for...other deaths? Upon realizing I was dead I had to relieve others of their lives and souls? I didn't understand why I was responsible for this now... Was there ever someone else for the job? I asked that question. My answer: "You're the first who has Stayed and realized that you're actually dead. This will be your formal job from now on, not ours."

Death (Alex Walker):  Rude, sarcastic, somewhat pessimistic, has a slight tendency to lie, will get depressed, Representative of Death and the collector of used and dead souls; in a serious relationship with Mint. Age: appears to be in his mid 20s

Appearance: Pitch black hair, red eyes, dresses all in black and occasionally dresses as he used to in life in his own free time.