Tanya jerked awake, wondering where she was. There was nothing but herself and whiteness, far as the eye could see. She searched her memory... panic... squealing tires... a bonesnapping crunch...

Oh.

Other memories arrived, providing knowledge that was patently new. Not heaven, nor hell, just a stopping point for the newly disincarnated to come to grips with their lack of self. “Well, mission accomplished I guess,” Tanya muttered. “And I get to the next bit by...?” A moment's thought and a handgun materialized. Quickly she had it to her head, and just as quickly her arm dropped back down, limp.