After walking down the sidewalk into a busier part of the city, Konya led the angel to a cement building farther from the tourism crowds. Konya used a key to open a back door, and went in. Not sure, Dareka followed after a moment of hesitation. He jumped when Konya slammed the door shut and locked it.

Through the dark cement room with only a few metal tables, Konya led Dareka through the gloomy building to a set of cement stairs and down them a ways. A flight or two down, Konya turned and opened the metal door.

“Here we are.”

“Here we are where?” Dareka asked, following Konya in, closing the door behind him.

A nicely lit room filled with black metal filing cabinets each about seven feet tall were lined in the room back to back to create aisles like a store.

Konya walked over a computer and flipped it on. “When did you say you died?”

“A year ago,” Dareka answered, slowly walking over to him.

“Exactly?”

Dareka thought a moment, then nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure.” He said to Konya’s testing expression.

Konya typed a few things into the white text on blue background and nodded. Then he stood up and walked toward the filing cabinets. Dareka blinked, and hurried after him.