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The black mirror grew darker as the man in it became visibly angry.
"You have to endure this last trial if you ever want to find peace in life after death, boyo. Take each journey with each different burden and grow from it. After shedding off your weights, then you'll have nothing to hold you back. You'll really soar then, boyo."
Willie sighed and ran a hand through what ratty blonde hair was still on his balding head.
"You just got back from Maskim Xul's Cathedral. What the hell wen' on there that you were cast back 'ere like that? And why in the blazes did you take a girl from his choir? He's got to be throwin' one hell of a unholy bitchfit in there."
I slowly explained in detail, between bolts of throbbing pain, the events that followed after seeking out the girl I saw in the orchard. I never said anything about my dream or seeing the girl before I died though.
"The head said that? Word for word? Her suffering was greater and you got banished?"
Willie was pacing back and forth, scratching his head.
"Yeah, but you got to give me more than this. Why did Stacie's head take me there? What the fuck was all that, especially the girl?"
"I'm not supposed to be too givin', boyo. But there's plenty goin' on that shouldn' be, so I'll make a exception. Your burdens will put you in situations based off why they're burdens in the first place. Like this Stacie girl. You have to live with the shame of forsaking her. Whatever was supposed to happen there was going to make you come to terms with that. But that girl interfered and you acquired some more baggage."
He jerked a thumb to the unconscious siren.
"What am I supposed to do now then?"
"Cry over another head, get tossed to some other corner of nowhere, and hope little girls don't try to eat you. I'll stitch your bitch, but I'm not babysittin' the noisy bird. You saved her; you can do whatever with her."
I scowled at him.
"What about Stacie and the whole ordeal?"
"It'll be dealt with."
Willie broke off a limb from a tree and started smashing the mirrors. I writhed on the ground in worse pain, my head felt like it was imploding on itself. When I tried to plead for release from this, Willie struck me over the brow. I did not black out all the way. My eyes rolled and I swayed; teetering on staying awake. I remember Willie walking away and then returning soon after holding a new head. The hair was short and dark, but it was faced away from me so I could not identify it. There was an exchange of words and then I was not in the orchard anymore.
I was lying on a much harder ground and I was in the midst of such a dense fog that I could not see what was around me. I shivered, the ground and the breeze was a cutting cold. I could hear yelling and the clanging of metal in the distance.
I groaned, "If I ever meet up with that idiot trucker here, I'm going to fucking gut him like a fish."
