Looking around at the four already in the cluster when he joined, Vincent took them in. They all appeared to be a similar state, lost and confused. In fact he was just like them, he had no clue as to what was going on either. Frankly though he didn't mind, after all he hadn't believed that there was going to be anything else after his end, if that's what it truly was. He had to admit though he was still a fan of his own coma theory. Either way though Vincent decided he would embrace it, whichever it turned out to be he still had many new questions, and thoughts to follow. Questions that apparently he alone wasn't the only one asking, as was quickly determined as four more joined the group.

There was a small moment of awkwardness as the group settled down somewhat. It then wasn't long until a woman from the original four with dreadlocks spoke up. First the woman introduced herself, as Zephyr. A rather uncommon name, as far as Vincent could remember he had never once had a student with such a name, and he had seen quite a few rare names. Although it mattered not; the name does not make the person. The now named woman continued after a slight pause. Apparently she had been trampled to death, at least that us what she had said. Immediately the philosophy professor began to wonder how it happened, when she did not elaborate any further than that. He found himself asking in his head what had done the trampling people, or animals, though he had to admit either way sounded excruciating if it didn't happen quickly.

Once Zephyr suggested that the others introduce themselves another small bout of silence fell on the group. That is until another spoke up rather calmly. It appeared that Wen, as she called herself, had also died. Wen's death much like Zephyr's was rather unpleasant, a fire. Yet, sill this tale of death left the former professor with questions. Questions along the line of exactly what in the fire killed her asphyxiation, burnt alive, or perhaps crushed by falling debris. Now yes while he realized that the thoughts that drifted through his mined regarding these two young ladies' deaths may be insensitive he couldn't stop them, after all questions and thought were his forte.

"Well then it seems I'm in the same boat as you two," Vincent stated in his soothing baritone voice indicating towards the two women before continuing "Which means I assume the rest of you are too." Taking a moment the philosopher debated on how to phrase his next words. "I, myself am Vincent Williams, former professor of philosophy at Yale. My death was a result of mu own actions, I stepped off the top of a dorm building, and let gravity take its toll. Though I must admit this," he paused gesturing towards everything around them, " This is definitely not what I expected. I kind of thought it would just be done, or if my Christian friends were right I expected worse, though this place is preferable to Hell. After all it answers so many questions and creates so many more." When he finished their was a very noticeable sparkle in his eyes as he let his gaze wander and his mind do the same