He flew above the city with only one goal in his mind, to approach God.

This was a time in Heaven's history that was very majestic, before the darkness, before Hell itself was created.

The city of Heaven is the biggest city in all existence. Even down town is greater than all the cities of Earth put together. The land is made of clouds, and the sky is always blue. In the center of the city is a massive temple, the temple of God. Supposedly God sites on a throne in there, but not many angels have been.

The man wandered over to the table, crinkling his face. He still put on his old man look, from which he had when he died. "The last thing I remember I was shearing some sheep and . . . wait . . . I was choking on some wool." His hand went to his throat as if he still had it in there and his mouth gaped open in shock.