Mary turned back to the crowd and resumed addressing them. “Since my arrival, there have been many changes here, and there will be many more to come. My goal is to bring your quality of death to the highest possible level. Many of you have found your own “special activity” to make each and every day your personal perfect day. For those of you still searching, my door is always open. I pledge to help you in every way I can.”

The crowd seemed a bit less enthusiastic at the prospect of a gloriously repetitive eternity, but that was all right. They would come to see the wisdom of Mary’s way. They always did.

Milos was called for an audience with Mary in her Promenade. He assumed it was a private audience. Milos already knew she spoke to no one else as candidly as she spoke to him. He had to believe that it meant something. That he meant something.

He came with a chilled bottle of champagne that he found in Pugsy’s wine cellar mixed in with all the bottles of root beer, and two champagne flutes. When he arrived, however, he found the audience was anything but private.

“Milos, I’m glad you’re here,” Mary said, not even noticing the champagne. Speedo was there, and there was another Afterlight as well—one who Milos had never seen before. He sat in the red leather armchair—the one that used to be Pugsy’s—and Mary was offering him candy from her private stash.

“He’s one of Mary’s long-distance scouts,” Speedo explained, “and he just got back.” Apparently he was an important player in Mary’s war against “the forces of dark chocolate,” as she liked to call it.

The boy then tilted his head back, opened his mouth, and closed his eyes. The others, who knew what was coming, ducked, just as the boy released an earth-shaking sneeze. Milos was the only one caught unawares, and was splattered with more unspeakable ecto-stuff than ought to be allowed in any universe.

“I’m sorry, Milos,” said Mary. “I should have warned you. But every talent comes with its own stumbling block, and the Sniffer is no exception.” She turned to the boy. “You really should cover your mouth when you sneeze.”

“I know, but I always forget.”

Speedo rose from the chair he had hidden behind, and threw a rag to Milos to clean himself, but it was much too small to do the job.