I see. [Connor stands, straightening his tie. Re-adjusting his collar.] I think I might be the same. Not that I’ll ever get to visit, of course. But if I did…

[Eyes darting across the lines of glistening slime. The slugs are making good progress on their slugventures.]

I don’t think I would like it in Heaven. Not if I didn’t get to be with the people who matter most to me.

[Connor wanted better for humanity, too. But now he’s here: powerless.]

I’d like to — [moving to stand next to the bed, peering down at Curtis] — sit on him again.