My Love; My Life: Slipping Through My Fingers

Neitherworld Files III: Continued Progress Reports & Inspections

*BeetleJuice's Roadhouse*
*Speechless: Aladdin 2019, sung by Naomi Scott-not all lyrics don't necessarily apply, mostly for feels during conversation with Juno & Bay's bottled up feeling from both her life & afterlife*
Setting: where we last left Bay...

"Prince Vincent," Juno repeats in disbelief and then bursts out laughing, "oh please!" She laughs, "you're joking!"

"And why would I be?" Bay asks now scowling at the woman

"Why he has no actual power anymore," she tells her now calming down, "much like the monarchy in most of the living worlds, the neitherworld has no need for one due to having a system similarly to that of the US government or England's Parliament," she explains, "His highness is simply-how to put it...a celebrity figure with little to no actual power," she goes on, "he hasn't had any real part in the neitherworld since the handbook for the recently deceased first was published-so you'd be wasting your time bringing the case to him Mrs. Kripke."

"Then I'll bring the case before the judge with the highest power if I gotta," Bay almost snarls at the woman

"And why is this so important to you?" Juno asks her with her eyes narrowed

"Close yer eyes," Bay starts, "imagine yerself: in a dark room, alone...no clocks, no windows-nothin," she continues, "just a pun uncomfortable bed, a bucket, and a metal door with a slot that only opens from the outside so as ta peek in on ya from time ta time," she says pain a picture, "notta cell with other in mates-solitaire confinement," she sums up, "and all because ya fell in love with someone everyone round ya tells ya ya shouldn't be with cause they ain't like y'all-"

"This is not a case of corpse bride syndrome or Romeo and Juliet affair," Juno starts, "it's no Bonnie & Clyde or Mark Antony and Cleopatra," she starts shouting, "and it has nothing to do with ethnicity or religion! It as to do with the simple fact one is dead and one was living!"

"That ain't matter none!" Bay shouts back slamming her hands down on the desk and getting in Juno's face, "love is love!"

"Huh," Juno sighs out as she starts a new cigarette, "but even the living world has limits to love-as I recall," she tells her as she lets out a breath of smoke, "it all depends on age factors if I recall-it does for the most part anyways," she continues, "a student and a teacher-illegal, already married and having an affair-adultery," she lists off, "a significantly older party with a significantly younger party-illegal if one party is under eighteen, incest-illegal...need I go on?"

"..." Bay glares at her

"Just give up Mrs. Kripke," Juno tells her, "you'll find no one on your side with this matter-it's not worth fighting for."

"Never," Bay growls at her, "it's bad enough they ain't permitted ya see their kid," she claims, "they basically recall nothin bout im," she goes on, "the mother ain't know nothin, cause was never round for im and the father barely recalls anythin-it's been so long," she argues, "they could even tell me a fer sure date that their kid was born-isn't knowin and recallin basically nothin bout yer ow; youngin punishment enough fer em?!"

"..." now Juno remains quiet

"How is makin a person-no, a parent suffer and rot in a dark, isolated prison cell gonna change the fact they feel in love and had a kid?!" Bay argues with much conviction, "it won't," she continues, "all it'll do is make me lose track of day 'n' night, as well as their sense of time and slowly descend them inta madness."