Stacy Meets Saint Peter.

To Stacy's right was a velvet rope. To the left, a brick wall. Ahead, at the end of the rope was a podium made out of marble. Sitting behind it was a burly black man flipping through a terribly large book. Behind the man was a closed door. A simple wooden door with peeling white paint.

"Hello, Stacy." he said, smiling. Stacy found herself trusting him.

"Come forward and be judged."

"Judged?" Stacy said, sidling forward.

"Yes, for this is Heaven. I am Saint Peter."

"And I'm the Easter Bunny."

"No, I assure you this is all real."

"Even if it is, you can't judge me. I've lost my memory so everything up to that point is invalid."

Peter just made a hmmm noise.
"First things first."
There was a rumbling. Down the street a window shattered. Then Peter grew wings, twenty foot long wings with white feathers. His clothes changed to robes and a halo formed over his head. The white door exploded off its hinges. It flipped end over end and smashed through a shoe store window.

Stacy caught a glimpse of what lay inside.

....

She picked herself off the ground. "I'm convinced. But ... you still can't judge me. As I said, I don't ... don't remember anything that went on before I ended up on that train."

St. Peter turned a few pages. He chewed his lip.

1. "We'll restore your memory and go from there."
2. "You're right. Guess it's reincarnation for you."
3. "Nope, you'll still be judged. Welcome to Heaven, Stacy."
4. "That's not the way things work. Hmmm, sorry. Down below for you, Stacy."
5. "Well, this never happened before. I'm stuck."
6. The street cracked open. An arm the size of an eighteen wheeler reached out and plucked Saint Peter up. He screamed, then was dragged down into the crack.
7. "Hmmm. The One Above says you must go back to that Subway car."

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