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everything to me. What am I supposed to do now?”
    â€œThe first thing you need to do is relax. Then you have to start feeding yourself. That’s very important.”
    â€œI still don’t understand why Angels have to eat. Aren’t we pure spirits?”
    â€œMmm, not completely. As you can see for yourself, there is life after death. And believe me, it you want to survive, you’re going to have to fight just as hard as you did when you were alive.”
    He looked at all the Angels around him and felt depressed again. What kind of afterlife was this anyway! If he ever ran into God, he would have a little talk with him about what “paradise” was supposed to be like! Then something else struck him: He should probably ask her about the rules that governed his new existence while he had the chance.
    â€œAnd what about sleep? Do we sleep? I mean … can we still sleep if we want to?”
    â€œYes—and thank goodness, or else we all would have lost our marbles a long time ago. Pick any bedroom you want.”
    â€œWhat do you mean?” Jeremy frowned.
    â€œWalk into a house or an apartment building, go into a bedroom and lie down,” Tetisheri replied impishly. “Just like you usually do. What’s so hard to understand about that?”
    Jeremy’s eyes opened wide.
    â€œYou think I’m going to just walk in and sleep on top of somebody?”
    â€œYou don’t sleep on people. We pass right through all living creatures. You can sleep through people. But don’t worry about that, there are all kinds of places where you can rest. You don’t really need a bed—you can even float in the air if you want. But it’s true we don’t sleep as much as in our past lives. Just a few hours a day. There are some sleep addicts here though. The Sleepers. The only time they wake up is to get some food. Then they go right back to sleep. A lot of them disappear though because sometimes they forget to eat.”
    â€œI see.”
    Actually he didn’t understand a thing but preferred to drop the matter.
    Then Jeremy jumped back when a pigeon suddenly appeared right in front of him. Its head was smashed flat and its wings were all askew. It barely had time to emit a “cooo” before it disappeared.
    â€œWhu … what was that?”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œI … I just saw a pigeon, and it was in pretty rough shape!”
    Tetisheri smiled.
    â€œOh, he probably just got run over by a car this instant. Animals don’t stay. No one knows where they go. They pass right through without a trace. Which is probably all for the best, or else we’d constantly be hounded by packs of ferocious beasts who’d be none too happy about how we killed them for their skin, meat, and bones. Thousands of animals and insects die every day, but you usually don’t see them because they pass through so quickly. It’s usually the Newcomers who see them, but it only lasts for a few hours. Pretty soon it’ll just seem like the air is shimmering all the time.”
    He heard a “Pop!” and half a dozen surprised-looking cockroaches suddenly appeared, then disappeared almost instantly. Jeremy felt miserable again and could feel his whole being begin to slump, but his sense of humor came back in full force to save him from a humiliating crying fit.
    â€œAhem,” he cleared his throat to cover the trembling in his voice. “Considering all the mosquitoes, spiders, and wasps I killed in my day, I’m relieved to learn there won’t be zombie swarms trying to seek their revenge.”
    Which made him think of something else he was wondering about: “Are we … immortal?”
    â€œNot exactly. Let’s just say that you’ve got a good chance of surviving for a few thousand years. But it’s rare to find Angels that old. After a while they tend to get bored and disappear.”
    â€œThey get bored?”