“Oh…there you are,” said Death softly. “I was wondering when you would come lurking again.”
“I am not lurking,” protested Saul. “Just…taking a quick look. From afar.”
Death sighed, putting her hand under her chin. “Yeah, yeah, right…I already told you, your time hasn’t come yet. So, stop staring and go back to your life! Contrary to what some will tell you, you’ve only got one of those, you know.”
“Ugh, yes, I am aware,” said Saul crossing his arms. “And as I said, it’s just a quick look. I’m not going to actually-“
“Blah blah blah. If you’re not going to, you should just stop visiting like this,” Death frowned. “You are alive now, so why don’t you just think about that? You will have plenty of time to think about me when you’re dead. Now now, I have a lot of souls to reap and take care of.”
“What do you do with them?” asked Saul. “Do you take them somewhere?”
“This, young man, is none of your concern. I suppose you are not religious, otherwise you would know that if there is such a thing as an afterlife, in most religions suicide is unforgivable, and you won’t get anywhere nice that way,” warned Death.
“I – am – not – going – to – do – it,” hissed Saul, annoyed.
“Then get out of here, honey,” answered Death, tilting her head to the side with a smile. “Wake up, and for God’s sake, stop taking so many of these pills!”