1. Out

No matter what the disembodied chose at the end of the incarnate line, they regretted it upon return. Doreen ordered her workspace as she began her shift. She lined up her parting gifts, lip gloss tubes, stress rings, portable metal straws, and reusable bags on one side of the desk and her stack of clean paperwork on the other. She thought for the millionth time how the liminal space between lives really needed an interior designer to splash it with color, or at least add some throw pillows. You had to focus on the souls themselves or you’d die again of boredom staring at the pale gray hall, absent of texture.