Wake-up Pages 5:55 AM Oct 21, 2014.
B: I'm Billy and I'm afraid.*
Me: Who's afraid?
B: I am. I'm Billy.
Me: Billy, what can I do for you?
B: I'm in a big place and I want to go home.
Me: How old are you Billy?
B: I'm 65.
Me: What? I thought you were a kid.
B: I'm scared.
Me: How did you die?
B: I'm DEAD?!
Me: I presume. What do you remember?
B: I was in a white car.
B: It was a limo. I was in the back. I was being kidnapped.
B: Because I'm famous. And because I was waiting to pay them for some work they had done.
Me: Why were you waiting?
B: I liked to make people wait.
Me: Did they kill you?
B: I guess so. I think they pushed me out of the car.
Me That doesn't seem helpful if they wanted money.
B: I told them I would never pay them. They didn't do it right.
Me: What didn't they do right?
B: They were supposed to kill my son-in-law but they killed my daughter too.
Me: Okay. I'm going to get Ben.
Ben: I'm Ben. Hi Billy.
B: I'm going to Hell I suppose.
Ben: Nah. We don't do Hell. You go to the Timeless, Spaceless Place and create your next life.
B: Okay. I would like to see my daughter. Is she there?
Ben: She is. Waiting for you.
B: Really? That's great. No more gangsters?
Ben: Not unless you create them.
B: Okay. I'm ready. Which way?
Ben: Just ahead. There's a glow in the sky.
B: It's getting bigger. It looks like sunrise.
Ben: That's it. Walk toward it.
* Visitors who wake me up early will usually back off and leave me alone until I am ready to write my pages if I tell them to. This character evidently knew I have a soft spot for kids so he claimed my attention under false pretenses.