Exasperated, I throw my hands up. "Are you going to kill me or not? At this point, there's no use fighting it." This time, it's Grey who bursts out laughing, his body doubling over. I stare at him bewildered, questioning my own sanity at this stage. "You think I'm going to kill you?" he asks, wiping an imaginary tear away. "Aren't you?" I mutter. "Why else would you be here with that thing?" I let out a little yelp as Grey pushes me back into the shelves, caging me in. "Oh, no. You've got it all wrong. You'll be seeing Heaven, but not like that."
