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"Which doesn't imply that all possible things will happen. For instance, God abides by his promises, no matter what."

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"Does he? Are there things, then, of which even almighty God is incapable?"

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She pauses.

"You know, I have a lot of time on my hands now, so I'm going to go ahead and become a proper theologian and get back to you on this when I know more."

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"That's certainly ambitious," he says, a little taken aback.

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"Well, I figure persisting in ignorant speculation would be falling short of what I can now reasonably expect from myself. - what about you, any particular goals?"

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"I am of the opinion that the journey is more important than the destination."

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"You know, I can see that, but I think I tend to do more journeying when I have somewhere in mind to go. But maybe that's not everyone."

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"And if your destination is somewhere you cannot yet imagine?"

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"Well, you won't learn how to imagine it by standing still. You pick an easy destination, and you learn things on the way, and then you can see further than you could before, and you can imagine more, and then you pick another destination, and you see where that process takes you, I guess."

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He nods, apparently considering this.

"It's been very interesting speaking with you, Miss Teller."

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"Yeah! You too. I hope I see you around."

She leaves before he can. She can't really stay on this park bench forever. She also can't go home, because there's a strange man sleeping in her bedroom and this is a problem.

She needs to think about how she's going to get out of here. Or how she's going to figure out what's going on. Maybe if she could talk to Michael? Maybe if she read more books? Maybe if she sucked less at reading?

She finds a garden and a different bench and prays. She's super unclear on whether you get to pray for anyone outside purgatory when you're in purgatory, but she prays for her niece and her nephew and her sister and her parents and random people she knew on tumblr and people in war zones with actual problems.

Eventually she falls asleep.

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Jean wakes up.

It's morning. His bed next to him is cold where his sister should be.

His soulmate's bed is empty.

He goes into the bathroom; turns on the cold water tap; cries, silently, for ten minutes. Washes his face with cold water until it doesn't look like he's been crying, wishing for his cosmetics. Apparently they don't have those in heaven.

Dries his face. Dresses. Goes out looking for his soulmate.

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It turns out that park benches aren't great places to fall asleep, which she feels like she really should have anticipated. Her arm hurts and her neck hurts and she feels like she got about half of the amount of sleep that she probably actually did. It's early morning, but she still doesn't have a ton of time to figure out what she's doing.

Purgatory. Right. Becoming a better person. Better people probably don't abandon their disaster buddies, nor do they lie to them about whether they went home last night, nor do they attempt elaborate technically-not-lying deceptions involving ducking into a bathroom somewhere and summoning Janet to ask for a change of clothes. At least she can honestly say that she didn't intentionally fall asleep out here.

She combs a few twigs out of her hair and attempts to take stock of her surroundings.

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