"And Dana’s ex-girlfriend," Alice added.

Tasha nodded, "well it’s been my experience that everybody deserves the benefit of the doubt. If she gives you a reason to believe she’s being unfaithful don’t be too quick to judge."

"So what? I should ask her about what happened tonight?" Alice said.

"Without being to needy or clingy," Tasha said, "trust me people hate that. Just ask her casually."

"I can do that," Alice said.

"But hey you still have to mad as fuck at her baby girl," Kit said, "she left you hanging here!"

"That’s for sure!" Alice cried. "Hey Kit I know it’s out of your way but can you drop me off?"

"Where do you live?" Tasha said.

"Near sunset," Alice said.

"Oh it’s on my way, I’ll take you," Tasha said.

"You sure?" Kit said, "I don’t have a problem driving her."

"No problem at all," Tasha said, "let’s go."

"Okay, be safe," Kit said.

"Good night Kit," Alice and Tasha called back as they walked to her motorcycle.

"Whoa nice ride!" Alice said putting on the helmet Tasha handed her.

"Yeah she’s my baby," Tasha said.

Alice climbed on behind Tasha and wrapped her arms around her. She couldn’t help but sigh at the safety she felt just being close to her.

+

Bette looked around the white room in confusion. This is where it all started. This is the limbo she was in after the accident when the ‘voice’ gave her that second chance.

But why was she here again, surely she didn’t have another accident did she.

"Welcome back Bette," the voice said.

The voice came from directly behind her and Bette swirled around. Standing right behind was a tall black man dressed in all white.

"W-who are you and why am I here?" Bette cried.

"You know who I am," he said, "I’m the one who gave you the second chance. In layman’s terms I am called God."

"God?" Bette said, "you certainly don’t look like God."

"And how do you know how I look?" he said. "Did you expect a kind-looking man with long hair and a beard?"

"You mean Jesus?" Bette said incredulously.

God chuckled, "if that’s how you saw God that’s how I would look. See how I look is only a manifestation of how you imagine I look. I have no form."