Sleep was an impossibility for Hermione. Even as she tried desperately to take advantage of the last full day and night she had access to the rented room, she couldn't get her mind to shut itself off. In her time as a Death Eater, she had done many truly awful things that she knew she would one day have to answer for. Whether or not there was a Heaven or a Hell or a God or a Maker, she didn't know. She'd heard too many people claim to have seen a hint of the afterlife to believe that nothing happened when they died.