“Saint Peter himself!” Mike exclaimed, immediately grabbing him in a manly bro-hug. “So… is this it? Is this Heaven?” Mike asked.“Yes an... no,” Pete said with a shrug. “All of your questions will be answered in this building behind me, but I’m not the right person to answer them. Head on in, and at the main lobby, take the first hallway on the right, room 107.” With a snap of his fingers, the gates creaked open.Stepping through the gates, Mike turned back and asked Pete, “By the way, you. Because it idiotic that's why. Magic isn't real just like Atlantis, Jesus Christ and Non-Dairy Creamer!" "What if I could prove it?" I asked. "How?" I looked around and saw Mrs. Macy enter ahead of us. "I'll bang Mrs. Macy." I said. "The Guidance Councillor...with the husband in the Marines?" he asked. "Yeah, if the watch has power who better to test on than a sexually starved woman?" I asked. "Fine but if you're doing this I want proof, actual video proof. Word of mouth is not accepted.". “Pay attention, young ‘un.” He grunted as he recycled the doors. As I walked down the road, I gave what had been Col’s house in my old life a thorough look over, but nothing struck me as different, just that there was the wrong family inside. I carried on past my house and turned into Sea View Road, knocking on Col’s door.“Willi, welcome. Come in.” Frau Schmidt smiled warmly.Col helped me hang up my coat and we went into the kitchen.“Do you have schoolwork to finish, Willi?”“Yes, Frau. I'm sure it was more her sexual appetite than having a shared musical vision that had compelled her to join the band, however good her trumpet-playing was. The Harlot loved sex—really loved it. She was always either in the midst of having sex or in between times of having sex. She was the one who most enjoyed making love with multiple partners and she didn't care at all about which gender. I don't know where she drew the line and I never cared to ask. Was it with transsexuals? With animals?.