She was dead. She was certain of it. She didn't feel anything, couldn't see anything. She knew no pain, had no memories. She was floating, off in the dark somewhere, in something soft and warm. It was blissful. She couldn't remember where she was, or who she was. Or what she was supposed to be doing, where she had been. She'd never given much thought to what death would actually be like, conceptualizing it as an inevitability that didn't merit much consideration but if this was death... well she might be okay with it. She knew, without knowing how she knew, that wherever she was, she was home. She was with her boys, after so long without them. They were here. She could hear them.