
Tristan: "Do you think there's a limit to how long we can spend down here?"
Mary: "Probably, but it hasn't been that long yet. We can only be down here as long as there's a possibility of bringing me back to life, right? After... up there... well, I'm sure we still have time."
Tristan: "Emily has time because of the machines, but she was, you know..."
Mary: "Brain dead."

Tristan: "Right."
Mary: "So maybe I'll be brain-dead for awhile."
Tristan: "I'd love to believe that, Mary, but how likely is it that two brain-dead people can come back? And be just fine?"
Mary: "As long as one of us comes back, then we won't be any worse off than we were when we started, right? Besides, time always seems longer when you're standing in line. No need to panic yet."
They shuffled ahead, getting nearer and nearer to the front of the line. Finally, they were next in the queue and rushed forward when the next available person called for them.

Elise: "May I help you?"
Mary: "Yes. Um, I need..."
Mary suddenly looked down at a piece of paper that had appeared in her hands. She set it down in front of the clerk and passed it across the counter.

Elise: "You want to file an appeal?"
Mary: "Yes."
The clerk picked up a rubber stamp and pushed it down onto Mary's paper with more force than was entirely necessary.

Elise: "Go on, room 2A, they'll see you now."
Mary: "Thanks."


Mary glanced back at Tristan before pushing the door open. On the other side was a small room with a large table in the center. Three chairs were on either side. As soon as Mary and Tristan sat down, a second door opened and three men filed in.

Mike: "Hello! I'm Mike. These are my colleagues, Christopher and Reinhold. I see you had a run-in with Tim?"
Mary: "Yeah. He was a jerk. Tried to eat me."

Christopher: "You did not accept Matt's judgment?"
Mary: "Hell no!"
Reinhold: "And this is your advocate?"
Reinhold nodded at Tristan.

Tristan: "I am."
Mike: "You believe this woman to be pure of heart?"
Tristan: "Pure? Certainly."

Christopher: "And you wish to enter the Fields?"
Tristan: "The fields? Yes."
The three men turned away and conversed in whispers before turning back.

Reinhold: "So shall it be. Take this to the ticket office. You should be all set."
He stamped Mary's papers again, somewhat more delicately than the clerk. Tristan stood up quickly and pulled Mary to her feet with one hand, grabbing the paperwork with the other.

Tristan: "Thank you for your time."
He pushed Mary out the door, down the hallway, and then back outside.

Mary: "That was awfully easy."
Tristan rolled his eyes.

Tristan: "Yeah. Quick, easy and painless. Jesus. Complicated women have complicated friends, don't they?"
Mary: "What are you talking about?"
Tristan: "Never mind. Come on, let's go."
Mary: "Hold on, I just need to go be sick first."

Tristan: "Are you kidding me?"
Mary: "No, why?"
Tristan: "This is so tedious. Mary, you don't have a stomach, you can't be sick. Now come on, let's catch the next bus."

As if on cue, a bus stopped directly in front of them. The doors opened with the same screeching that they had both become accustomed to. When the driver saw them, he grinned and tapped his watch. Tristan rolled his eyes and pulled Mary onto the bus with him. She staggered after him, falling onto the seat next to him.

Mary: "Tristan, I really, really... I'm going to be sick."
Tristan: "Can you make it until the next stop?"
Mary: "I don't think so..."
Tristan: "Well I don't know what to tell--"
Tristan paused and looked down. He was suddenly wearing a black trench coat with large pockets.

Tristan: "Oh fucking hell."
Tristan held Mary's head down to one of his pockets and turned his head, gagging, as she let go of at least half the beer she'd drank at the pub.
Mary wiped her mouth on his sleeve.
Mary: "Thanks."

Tristan: "Sure. This better have been a test that I've just passed with flying colours. And don't think I won't try to take this coat back with me and stick it in your laundry basket."
Mary: "Sorry."
Tristan: "Never mind. Just sit back. We'll be there soon enough."
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I love seeing Tristan say Fucking hell. That's my newest fave phrase.