George felt her grin fade. "Oh," she said. "That." She thought about their aborted conversation several days ago, realized she was still a little hurt that Ami had walked off in the middle of it. Well, maybe she'd been dragged off--but it still hurt.
On the other hand, the reason she'd decided to fess up was still out there. The Other Reaper. Her friends needed to know what they were up against. They hadn't heard from the Others again but there was no guarantee that their luck would hold.
George sighed. "I already told you some of it. I died--and now I'm...undead. I'm a Grim Reaper." With every word, George watched Ami's eyes get a little bigger. "I take the souls of people who are about to die." There--that was the biggest hurdle. The one Ami would probably have the most difficulty with.
George stopped walking and dug into her various pockets, eventually pulled out a badly creased sheet of folded paper. She unfolded it and looked at the long--long--handwritten list of names and seat assignments. "There's a reason I was on this flight, Ami. Oceanic 815."
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On the other hand, the reason she'd decided to fess up was still out there. The Other Reaper. Her friends needed to know what they were up against. They hadn't heard from the Others again but there was no guarantee that their luck would hold.
George sighed. "I already told you some of it. I died--and now I'm...undead. I'm a Grim Reaper." With every word, George watched Ami's eyes get a little bigger. "I take the souls of people who are about to die." There--that was the biggest hurdle. The one Ami would probably have the most difficulty with.
George stopped walking and dug into her various pockets, eventually pulled out a badly creased sheet of folded paper. She unfolded it and looked at the long--long--handwritten list of names and seat assignments. "There's a reason I was on this flight, Ami. Oceanic 815."