And you are?

"What is your name?" A man with a clipboard asked.

I was more than a little disoriented. My surroundings seemed to be the opening foyer of a large library. I could smell the very old books. It was almost dreamlike.

He cleared his throat, "Your name?"

"Where am I? How did I get here? The last thing I remember… What happened to that bus? And my car?”

He sighed, “All will be explained to you. May I have your name?” I was in a line. There were people behind me just as disoriented as I was yet they waited patiently for their turn.

“Pam,”

“Ah yes, the science fiction and fantasy wing is to your left. Be careful with anything labeled ‘dragons.’”

“And your name was?”

“St. Peter, enjoy your heaven.”