The grave wasn’t fresh, but no marble slab had been placed down yet. It was covered with loose dirt, and a wooden cross stood at the edge. The horizontal plank had ‘Peter Denetton’ written on it, and the vertical one ‘R.I.P. September 2nd.’

“What happened?” Ferikan shrilled as she inspected her surroundings. She spotted pine trees all around them, and marble gravestones populated the surrounding area.

“We’re on the bridge Peter has created. If he moves the bridge to a different location, we travel with him,” Garjian gritted his teeth.

“So he somehow travelled within his dimension, jumping across space while maintaining an interdimensional bridge active.” Ferikan rewound the recording on her tablet. “Yet the energy readings show nothing. This Infinite has just moved an entire interdimensional connection, and our equipment recorded nothing.”

Garjian clenched his fists. “Very frustrating, isn’t it?”

“Well, at least it looks like he’s ready to move on.”

Garjian took a deep nasal breath. “Coming back to his grave is an indication, but I have a feeling Peter is not ready just yet.”

“No, no, fucking hell, no. I’m not leaving! Do you hear me? I’m not leaving her!” Peter jumped to his feet and spun around, looking at the blue sky with his arms raised. “Take me back to Tina!”

“Why do they turn to profanities?” Ferikan asked as they began moving closer.

“Honestly, most of them do, and I haven’t the slightest idea why.”

“What? Are you two offended by my foul mouth?”

Both Garjian and Ferikan froze.

“Hey, I’m talking to you two. I’m not leaving Tina. Take me back to her.”

Ferikan jerked her head to Garjian, “He crossed over?”

“But when? How? The equipment didn’t detect anything,” Garjian was about to rewind the recording when Peter tried to tackle them.

He went straight through Garjian and landed on the floor. Peter got up and tried to strike them again with the same result. He could not touch the two beings that hovered before him. He collapsed to his knees, begging them to take him back to Tina.

Ferikan spoke to Garjian telepathically. “Garjian? What’s going on here?” She continued after seeing that Peter did not react to her communication method. “I thought Infinites travelled through our world but could never interact with us. This one can certainly see us. By all the yet undiscovered energy, he can communicate with us, and  he can understand us.”

“This is most unexpected,” Garjian replied telepathically as well. He had the broadest smile Ferikan had ever seen on him, and he hovered about fifteen centimetres higher than usual.

“Wait, you think this is a good thing?” Ferikan scratched at her cheek.

“It is the ultimate proof, a testament to the true power of the Infinites.”

Ferikan spread her hands and wings wide as she raised her voice. “But what do we do now?”

Peter got to his feet and silently stared at the two beings, whom he assumed were angels, hovering across from him. They appeared to be playing charades as they faced each other, moving and gesturing but never saying a single word or making any sounds.

Garjian raised a tight fist to his chest, “We’re field agents, Ferikan,” he raised his index finger and shook his arm as if he was giving the sternest of instructions, “We play it by ear and record what we can.”

“But what about the Executives? What will they make of us coming in contact with an Infinite?” she pointed at Peter.

Peter crossed his arms, tightened his lips, bulged his eyes, and glared.

“We’ll worry about them later, but I believe Berson and Kalia will be just as excited as we are once they see our mission report,” Garjian said.

“They might, but the rest will demand our wings for this!” Ferikan’s voice trembled.

“Hey, are you two paying attention to me?” Peter bellowed, and they both turned their attention and bodies towards him. “I’m the dead guy here! What kind of Angels are you ignoring me like this?”

“Our apologies,” Garjian said using his voice, “My colleague and I were just discussing the uniqueness of this situation.” Garjian sounded like the world’s most outstanding customer support representative, maintaining a calm tone and sounding genuinely concerned about Peter’s predicament. “How can we assist you?”

“You can start by taking me back to Tina.”

“I’m afraid we can’t do that,” Garjian replied.

“What do you mean you can’t do that? How the fuck--,” Peter paused, considering his choice of words, “How did you bring me here in the first place?”

“Ah, I see now where the misunderstanding is,” Ferikan replied, “We did not bring you here…” Ferikan searched for the right word to use, “friend. You came here, and we simply followed you,” she tried to mimic Garjian’s tone of voice.

“Then how do I get back to Tina?”

“I’m afraid we don’t know,” Ferikan raised her shoulders and offered an awkward toothy smile to the Infinite.

“It figures,” Peter jerked his hands in the air, “I die, and I get the two Angel novices,” he looked around.

“I’m sorry if we’re not up to your standards, friend, but our job is to observe,” Garjian replied.

“No, no, I’m sorry,” Peter raised one hand over his eyes and brushed his eyebrows using his thumb and middle finger, “I just need to get back to Tina,” he massaged his temples with great force.

“Might I suggest you start running?” Garjian offered.

“How long do I have?” Peter asked as he lowered his hand.

“Not long,” Garjian replied.

“Exactly how long is not long?”

There was only silence.

“Ah, God damn it! You don’t know, do you?” The two beings Peter believed to be Angels politely smiled back at him, with their shoulders raised and palms facing him. He sighed, “Why can’t things be easy for me just once in my life, or is this the afterlife?”

Peter turned around, ready to start running, and found himself standing behind the couch inside his living room. He jerked his head back, but from the look of utter confusion on both of the Angels’ faces, he could tell they were just as bewildered. They both seemed preoccupied with looking at something in their hands and talking amongst themselves with incredible frustration and gesticulation.