Death was sitting across from you in the coach. You were so sad about leaving your dear sister. Silent tears began running down your cheeks. Death noticed this. He looked towards you. His face was covered by some sort of black fabric and you couldn't see the slightly sympathetic expression on his face. Great, he thought to himself, I made her cry. Death pulled out a handkerchief and began to wipe away your tears. You looked at him, confused. "It would be rude if I just sat idly by while a lady cried," Death said coldly. You internally smiled at his chivalry but frowned outside. He was practically emotionless and you didn't like that. You yawned and stretched your arms. Death once again looked at you "If you require sleep, you may take a nap in the way to my place of residence." Death said. You mentally laughed. He had a funny way of talking. You nodded and muttered a small "thank you". You lied down on your side of the coach and passed out. Death said to himself, "This will be some journey."
