Once Shachath vanished, Timothy opened partly his eyes as his vision was profoundly blurry, waking up in the location where he eventually committed suicide. He set free a raspy grunt and gasp as his eyes were already widely opened, looking around his surroundings in perplexion. He actually figured out one of his questions answered.

"What am I doing here?" Timothy questioned inwardly, hearing his quiet echo jingling his ears.

"Am I supposed to be dead?" He continued, feeling the desolation encircling him in a cold, dull embrace.

He looked down at his hands as traces of slit hands and blood were no longer visible, as a result of healing. The bath's water was the same just before committing suicide in his single lived life. Sheer. Transparent. Astonished. He refrained to peel a word as he was pretty astonished. Likewise, clicking heels sound came from the numb hall as his eyes looked up in corridor's direction, barely noticing the source.

"Who are you?" He posed the question after groaning.

As if time had stopped still I was numb with fear
But still I wanted to go

A silhouette loomed on bathroom's doorway, reflecting the secretive woman figure on the floor.

"Who are you, Ms.?" He yelled louder, beyond frustration of unknown visitor's silence.

"Quiet down, Timothy!" A woman replied overbearingly, wearing long ravishing red strapless dress with plunge neckline, indicating her luscious cleavage, bright red stilettos protecting her bare feet, black fishnet gloves layered her petite, elegant hands as her ravishing red fingernails lit his startled face. She wore her long glossy curly golden hair down, cascading down her soft shoulders as she wore red lipstick. She held between two fingers a long mint cigarette. He attempted to not admire her beauty though the perturbation.

And the blaze of the fire did no hurt upon me
As I walked onto the coals

"Jude?" He recognized instantly her voice once she walked around him, encompassing him with her cocky heels clicking steps. He was beyond shocked for seeing the love of his life in his bathroom as his back relaxed.

"What are you doing here?"He questioned anxiously as his uneasiness drastically grew in a matter of seconds.

"I came here for a few things where I need your word." She stated as she sat on the rim of bath, propped her elbow as she held her cigarette, pulling off as she puffed dim that diffused as it approached Timothy's nose, coughing reluctantly.

"Oh."He sighed as his self-conscious eyes wandered down from her fabulous silky golden hair to her slightly revealing bright red stilettos. "I'd have not been expecting you right here, right there."

"Well, first of all how you died?"

"W-wait a sec..." He paused as he struggled to utter, gazing at her in puzzled way as he hadn't realized yet where's eventually. "Aren't you actually already dead? If yes, how all this happened and where am I?"

"Before to owe you an answer to your questions, I'd like yours on mine." She snapped as she puffed off her mint cigarette, a cocky smile spreading on her pale face.

"Well, urm... I have actually committed suicide by slitting my wrists in this bath."

"Because you are a coward, aren't you?"

"Right."He agreed humbly nodding. His voice saturated ashamed tingles in his utterance.

"You had proved it. Because of your stupid, lunatic, blind Pope ambition, dear." She clarified as her smug smile saturated across her ravishing red lips.

"Unfortunately, yes."He was beyond panicked as his face turned rosy when she addressed him "dear", besides he swallowed a lump in his throat, struggling to admit the ugly truth about the selfish, hypocritical and persistent young priest.

"I like that you are admitting your sincerity in our afterlife."

A modest, sheepish smile shaped in the corner of his plump lips, without peeling a word. Then she moved on as she approached him, removing her propped arm as she took his mammoth hand into her petite, elegant one, fitting perfectly into one another. Their cheeks heated as he felt her tenderness.

"But I don't deserve your kindness. I'm truly sorry for betraying you, making all this mess to ruin your life." He lowered his head as he sensed his heart enveloped in somber, shame and guilt.

"Why all this being said to me right now? It's too late, Timothy."

"It's never late, Jude. Moreover, I didn't have the chance to tell you all this because I was blind and a coward."

"You are actually." She stated frustrated. "You were back in your life. Guess where your rare bird fled away!"

"Where?" He scratched his head with his sole free hand.

"Kit actually rescued me from the madness." Tears started welling in her eyes as she grasped firmer his hand. "You cannot realize how happy I passed away, being surrounded by a foster family with children that loved me even more than their deceased mothers. I was called "nana"." She sobbed quietly as she got from the bath, stubbing the cigarette in the ashtray on the window's ledge, her stilettos clicking as she sat beside him on the bath, wiping her own tears.

"Oh, I'm so pleased and relieved to hear this. "He took her hand in his as with his other one's thumb wiped her tears. "What's this place? How you died?"

"I got sick and lived the last months of my life blissfully the last autumn."She paused as she cupped his cheek in her hand. "We are in the purgatory, dear Timothy. We don't have a lot of time as you should choose between coming with me in the heaven or otherwise...hell."

And I felt I was in a trance
And my spirit was lifted from me
And if only someone had the chance
To witness what happened to me

"I don't think I deserve to come with you in heaven."He replied rather skeptically. "After you endured so much sorrow while I harvested my ego." Timothy furthered pitifully.

"I granted you a chance now. Do not miss it!" She warned.

He grew silent, hardly having any clue how to respond as suddenly Jude whispered "I love you!", thereafter vanishing in the void as Timothy was all alone, naked in his bathtub. He groaned in low voice when he saw nobody as Jude's presence was an illusion.

"Jude?"He extended his arm in the void, screaming her name in dullness that numbed theroom. His smile faded away on his palish, apprehensive face.