“Where do people go when they die?”

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Prologue - 9 years ago 

Clickety-clack, clickety-clack, clickety-clack... 

Loud. All too loud. Why...is it so loud? All these sounds, all around me... Where is Treble, where is everyone... Light, then dark. Then light again. The blurry outline of trees out of a hazy window. My head... it hurts... why does it hurt? How can I stop the pain? A flash of a person, a tight embrace. “It’s alright... it will be alright...” the person said. And I believed them. I always believed them. Even till the very end.