
After the Feast
After the feast, I went back to my suite. Having my future read by an old lady was definitely one of the weirder things I had experienced. I found myself missing my mom. She must have found out about my death by now. It had been a few hours since I had died. I really hoped that she was ok.
I picked up a photo that was above the fireplace. It was of me with my mom and stepdad. My mom's best friend, Phil Coulson, was there too. I was ten in the photo. It had been taken not long after my birthday. Phil had been on a very long mission for S.H.I.E.L.D. which was how he and my mom knew each other. They'd worked together for years. I'd known Phil all my life. I wondered if he knew of my death. How long would it take for him to find out if he didn't already know?
I went to my mom and stepdad's room and sat on their bed. Well, it wasn't their bed. It was just a reminder of my life. I wondered why my suite was like this. Was anyone else's like this?