Claire: You're saying Samael sent you. Freya: Yes, he said you'd understand. Claire: Why don't you start by telling me everything? I guess he told you that you can. Freya: He said you're out of our jurisdiction, so you won't freak out. Claire: That's right. Now, what happened? Freya: Well, one moment, I was in a car with some friends and next, I was in a hospital with lots of people in white coats around me and somebody said "she's gone." I was all like, what do you mean "gone?" I'm right here. I can hear you. Claire: Must have been confusing. Freya: It was. Then I blacked out and the next thing I knew, there was this guy in a grey robe carrying a scythe. That's when I freaked out. Claire: I bet he was annoyed. Freya: A bit. He said that if I wanted, he could send me right back to from where they picked me, but that I should listen to him first. So I did.
Claire: Very wise. I see you said "yes." Didn't like the idea of being dead? Freya: It wasn't very tempting. I'm not sure how I like the idea of killing people, though. Claire: Darling, you're not killing them, not exactly. You just pick up the ones whose time is ending. If you didn't, they'd stay wondering around as ghosts. You're actually doing most of them a favor, although not everybody sees it that way. Freya: I didn't think of it like that. It's all so new to me. That's why I needed to talk with someone. Claire: You can always talk to me. It's so refreshing to have company and be able to talk without being careful all the time, so I won't say anything that would give away the truth. Freya: I guess people would freak out, if they knew what you are. Claire: They would. It's happened occasionally. That was when it was all new to me. You learn to live with these things. Heh, maybe "live" isn't quite the right word, but you know what I mean.
Freya: There's one thing I don't quite understand. If you can see Samael, doesn't that mean that you shouldn't be able to see me? Claire: Like he said, I'm out of your jurisdiction. I can see you all. Freya: Really? Are there more people like you? Claire: Not quite like me. I'm an anomaly. It's so nice to be unique. I take it you're unique too. I haven't seen any other women. Freya: Yes, Samael said that they thought it was time to modernize the operation and start hiring women. They decided to try it first with me. Claire: Any reason why you? Freya: He said something about my name. I knew nothing good would come of my mom's obsession with old religions. Claire: Relax, I'm sure you'll do just fine. So, have you started yet? Picked up anybody? Freya: Not yet, I'm still sort of trying to adjust, so they haven't assigned anybody to me yet. Claire: What division are you in? Freya: Natural death, you know, old people and people with congenital defects. They thought I should start there, because that sort of thing is easier to deal with. No violence or anything like that. Claire: Yes, much easier and a whole lot cleaner than Samael's field. Do you know what you're supposed to do when you eventually start? How to go about it? Freya: I saw this documentary about one guy. Although Samael said that guy hadn't quite figured out how the thing works. He said that it's not just about touching, but touching at the right moment. I'm glad I can't kill anybody accidentally before their time. That would be really bad. Claire: Yes, it would.
Claire: Got a scythe already? Freya: No, and I don't think I will. It's not required. Samael said that he only has it, because it was customary when he started. He seems to be the only one who's still sticking to that tradition. Claire: What about the outfit? Your choice? Freya: No, the guys selected this for me. Their taste is a bit old-fashioned, but considering their age, I guess I should be happy I'm not wearing a crinoline. Claire: Probably. Besides, that dress suits you very well. You'll get used to it soon, like you'll get used to everything else about your new... existence. I think that would be a proper word for it. Freya: I hope so. Thanks so much for listening. I feel much better now. Claire: That's good. And you can come back any time, if you need to talk. Hmmm, I could become the psychotherapist for the psychopomps, if the others need a listener. Freya: Psychopomp? Did you just make that up? I've never heard such word. Claire: I didn't make it up. The next time you're in a library, no doubt picking up somebody, stop to check a book about legends concerning death. You'll find it there. Or, of course, you could ask a professor of ancient mythology, I'm sure you'll meet one sooner or later.
Eventually: Joey: I've never seen you here before. Freya: That wasn't very original, but I don't mind. After all, this is just business. Joey: Business? You don't look like a... Freya: Joey, about those headaches of yours... Joey: Wait a second! How do you know my name? And how do you know...? Freya: I am really sorry, but I have no choice. It's time. Joey: Time for what? Are you some kind of a weirdo or what's going on? Freya: It's time for you to come with me. I was hoping my first one would be an old person, but unfortunately it is you. Joey: That's it! I'm not listening to you anymore! I'm leaving! Freya: Yes, you are.
- What happened? - Is he all right? - Call an ambulance! - I think he's dead. - Can't be, he was all right a minute ago.
Joey: Is that me? Freya: Yes. About those headaches, you really should have gone to see a doctor. Although, I'm not sure they would have been able to do anything about it. Joey: About what? Freya: The problem that was there even before you were born. Basically, that vein was just waiting for the right time to burst. Well, at least you got over 20 years. I hear most with the condition won't live past their teens. Joey: So, I'm dead? Like, permanently? Freya: Yes, and I really am sorry about that, but I don't make the rules. Joey: What happens now? Freya: Now you come with me. Joey: I didn't think it would be quite like this. Freya: I know, neither did I. So sudden and unexpected, but there's nothing you can do about that.
Later that same night: Freya: Hello, Schizo. Schizo: Hello. Have we met? I don't seem to remember... Freya: I'm Freya, and no, we haven't met before, I just know who you are. Schizo: Well, I'm delighted to meet you.
Schizo: Honey, one more for me and for the lady, anything she wants. Honey: What lady? Schizo: The one right here. Honey: I think you've had enough already. Schizo: What? Freya: She can't see me. Schizo: Are you serious? Honey: Maybe you should go home and get some sleep. You've never seen things before.
Schizo: I can see you. Who are you? A hallucination? Freya: Of course not. I thought you knew about us, Samael said so. Schizo: Samael? The scythe dude? The one I couldn't see? But I can see you, so you're... Frey: That's right. You're one of mine. Schizo: I see. Are you here to pick me up? Is that it? Did I finally have one too many? Freya: Not at all. You're my eternity project as one of the guys put it. Schizo: Eternity project? Freya: One of the really long lived ones. But you know that, don't you? We're each assigned one of you, because dealing with more would be frustrating. I just wanted to introduce myself and remind you that nobody's immortal. Schizo: Duly noted. Freya: Besides, I wanted to see the one nobody wanted to take on. Did you know that you weren't assigned to anybody before I came along? That's why you never saw any of us. Schizo: I think one could take that as an insult.
Spectra: So you found your own imaginary friend? Schizo: How do you know that? Spectra: Honey told me. She's worried about you. I told her you're just fine. Schizo: I hope you didn't explain what it was all about. Spectra: Of course not. I just told her that an occasional hallucination is normal, considering how much you drink, and that a good night's sleep will put you back on track. - Well, what was she like? Honey said you mentioned a lady. Schizo: Very young and pretty, wearing old-fashioned clothes, nice, but a bit impertinent. Spectra: Impertinent? What does that mean? Schizo: She said I wasn't assigned to anybody before her, because nobody had wanted to take me on, and that's why I haven't seen any of them before. Spectra: Hahaha! Schizo: It's not funny. Spectra: Oh yes, it is. I wish I could meet her, I think I'd like her.