There were only a few things that I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, though I was not sure how I knew some of them.

One: I was dead and no one could see me, though I could see them. From what I could see of myself, I was an almost white, slightly purple tinted cloud. Every now and then a bit of blue would float across me, though I was not sure what any of this meant.

I do not know how long I have been dead.

Two: There were other dead people. None of us knew who we had been, and most of them were red, purple, and gray clouds, but we could all see each other. A few had names that they went by, and some had been lucky enough to figure out their own name from life. They were the ones actually fully shaped like people.

I was not.

Three: Two of the people I was following were gods, and one of them was a ghost. The ghost told me that she had followed them through the void before and not to worry if it made me feel disoriented. I asked her if she had a name and she told me she went by "Orchid," though it had not been her name when she was alive. Orchid took to calling me Iris because she said that the blue that occasionally floated through me reminded her of a pair of eyes she felt she had once loved.

Four: One of the people we were following could see us. Orchid told me his name was Jordan and that he had started talking to her one day after he went insane. She said it had upset his friends, particularly Martha and Alva, but that she was thankful to have someone alive to talk to.

Orchid also told me that no one would believe him when he tried telling the others about her. They all just thought he was crazy; even the girl, Sonja, who had made him that way.

We were falling and could not stop. It was an odd sensation, but I supposed that I would get used to it. The people who were alive seemed to have a solid ground to walk along, and there was a definite point I could not pass through, but they all seemed unsteady at first; as if they had just stepped foot on a boat.

One man sat with the purple haired woman, sobbing. I had never seen anyone cry as much as he had, and it seemed to get worse when he looked to the body of a young woman that the man with blue hair, "Tom" Orchid had said, had covered with a sheet.

I felt very bad for him. He must have really loved her.