As they raced down the road she heard him screaming at her to slow down.
The wind and rain mercilessly lashed the car, the windscreen wipers stopped beating in time and the road was a blur in front of them.
‘Got to get a move on,’ she had said resolutely. ‘This storm is making it near impossible to see where I’m going.’
He clung to the doorframe, his knuckles white, his brain fearful of what lay in store.
It was later at the pearly gates that he finally looked at her and she at him. They didn’t need to say any words for their present situation said it all.
The frowns on the Angel Guardians told them all was not well. They both gulped. They both felt a rising wave of guilt begin to flood over them.
The Angels shook their heads, pointed to the door on the left. Therein began eternity.