Listening intently as the others began to say their cause of deaths and names, Wen imagined how they perished. The man named Vincent with the large glasses and worrisome sparkle in his eyes as he casually strolled off the edge of a building, air whooshing by him as he pondered what would become of him after. The curious mind of a philosopher made them do strange things, she supposed. The next woman, Anaïs, a French speaker as well as a shaky English speaker arriving at a new planet after dying slowing from cardiac arrest, maybe by herself or maybe with people to witness her last breath.

She would be able to picture it all in her head. [i]Or not[/i], as the woman in the yellow dress claimed she couldn't remember. Wen couldn't imagine the high-class woman's last moments if she wouldn't even divulge her secrets. Perhaps Ophelia (it was a very pretty name, maybe she died in a not so pretty way) was murdered. She seemed to be wealthy, from what Wen knew of the upper class, they tended to die very personally, from someone apathetic, or not at all. The choices were limited, Ophelia didn't try to tell them (a group of strangers, why would she even want to tell them) and Wen could only think of murder or theft.

The man named William who sneaked away earlier to the stream, only to briefly mention his name and drowning to go back to what killed him on Earth. There had been no fire yet, but Wen wondered how she would react to it if she did; she doubt she could approach her killer with the intent to study it like him. Daniel James Acosta was a helluva name for a guy who looked like he was in some deep emotional pain. He hadn't elaborated on his death as the rest of them had (why, [i]why[/i] did she tell them how she died), and he was another blank.

And the last one, Zach with the absent-minded look about him, died from a car crash. She could just see a car careening into his immobile self in the road and his body being flung over the hood. The car would be white, to put the spots of his blood on it into sharp focus. If it was the driver's fault he died, she would have to move the mental picture of him on to the sidewalk; if it was his own fault he was hit, Wen wanted to imagine it was because he ran into the middle of the road to save someone. Yes, she almost grinned, he seemed to be a martyr and a Gryffindor and a self sacrificial death would be perfect for him.

Feeling her lips begin to quirk up, Wen wondered what was wrong with her and wiped all traces of the morbid grin from her face. Strangers in a strange place after her death, it was only natural there would be some effect of it all on her head. It was unfortunate that it brought to the surface latent homicidal intent she hadn't been aware she had.
Hands shoved into her pockets, she wandered away from the group. She had to get their deaths out of her head. Where had the beginnings of a psychopathic killer stemmed from? She strained her neck, searching for somewhere of suitable interest without the social interaction. Not the river, William and Zephyr were there, the group of people she had just left, and there was a possibility that approaching Daniel would result in her laughing in his face if he told her anything about him that hinted at his death.

Spotting the stone pillars a ways off, Wen figured they would be her best bet. Jogging towards the towering outcrop, she skidded to a stop in front of it. Panting lightly, she inspected the grass which shouldn't have had the possibility to make her slip on them until she almost flung herself headfirst at a rock. Alien grass was probably different from Earth grass, she supposed.

She tipped her head back as it was the only way to take in the entire height of the tower. Even at its shortest the pillar was at least three feet above her head. There was nothing peculiar about it at first glance. Not even its height was that interesting. Goddamn it, she ran all the way over for a shitty piece of rock. She leaned against it, catching her breath. Instead of a solid wall, her back sank into the surface. Wide-eyed, Wen slammed her hand against it and it smacked against the rock. When she only applied light pressure to it, imprints of her hands were left on the rock. She amended her thoughts, it wasn't so shitty. Impulsively she grasped a jagged edge jutting out and lightly pulled. As she expected, the rock-turned-putty was squeezed off.

Tossing her mineral sample from hand to hand, she ambled back towards Zephyr who had headed away from the river. The bespectacled woman was gesturing towards what seemed to be glowing orbs in the sky. Eyebrows raised and disbelief not fully set in, Wen got there quick enough to hear the sentient orbs introduce themselves as Qyx and Lyx as well as having them title the planet they were on. Thera was a pretty enough name for the place, even if it sounded Greek and not as otherworldly as she would have assumed.

And the orbs were even their tour guides. How kind of them to be willing to answer all their questions. Getting her question in first, she blurted out, “I died,” she flung her arms in the group's others, “and they died too.” It wasn't so much of a question now that she mulled over it over in her head.

“Why are we here? It's an amazing place, don't misunderstand me. I'd just like to know if there's a reason for being here.” Wen stared directly at Lyx, the purple orb. Qyx made her wary and yellow was never her color.