Avesti blinked. He looked at his gold-plated watch. He blinked again. Oh, he thought, Helga isn't dead. He hoped she didn't hate him. Being hated felt unpleasant, especially since he was a Class A Master Warlock.
"She's probably stuck with her 'beloved' Draco in limbo," he mumbled to himself as he turned around and walked off a cliff, disappearing into no where.
Meanwhile, Helga and Mr. "I want to destroy all miserable human beings and become the all-powerful ruler of Hell" (aka Draco) arrived in hell. Draco looked around cautiously, then pushed Helga away from him.
"You bitch, why'd you drag me to my father's world?!" he yelled out.
"Stop whining," said Helga. "It's irritating." She'd never before noticed how his eyes looked like a strange mixture of stone, bile, and swamp. Draco's eyes bulged out and Helga envisioned him as a frog. "How dare you insult me? How dare you--"
Helga looked around, ignoring him. "So this is hell?" she asked, almost to herself. "Not as bad as I thought." She stepped forward, feet crushing the cold black sand that lined the ground. The sky was a pure white, and the dizzying effect enthralled her.
"Not as bad as you thought?" Draco's face pinched, and Helga could see fear written into his skin. "What are you?"
"Human," said Helga. She paused, then added, "I think."
And with those words, everything vanished. You see, as a book once said, “It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. however, not everyone one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes not odds, so the average population of all the planets in the universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination.” ~The Ultimate Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy.
