Angels had promised a ride down the White Powder River on a raft made of feathers; it's why he'd come, really.
The river meandered on down toward--the exit? From heaven?
Above the exit a clock going tick-tock...
St. Peter showed up with St. Michael the Archangel looking all badass and dressed like a TonTon Macoute. "C'mon, dude," Pete said, "you're here for a minute, then gone."

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