Sorcha sighs begrudgingly. “Yes, father.” She then raises an eyebrow at the boy. “No one. My name is Sorcha. I take it I am to show you around?” She glances at her father.

Asa smiles and shakes her hand. “Nice to meet you, Ambrosia. Well, I don’t know if I’m the best person for you to talk to, but, well, welcome to your afterlife. How much can I tell her?” She asks Simon as this is the first time she’d had to do this. 

Khalida stumbles out of the car and is escorted to the infirmary. When she wakes, a red-haired young woman is pouring over her.

“Chiron! She’s awake!” Ivy calls.