Amy: Megan, please, for all that is holy, put that phone down and give me directions to grandmas.
Megan: Amy I am talking to-
Amy: Megan, I am your mother and you will treat me as such. Directions. Now.
Megan: Sheesh, Mother. Uh… go about 2 miles and take a left.
Amy: I highly doubt it’s that soon, we haven’t even passed the preschool. My, aren’t those kids just the cutest th- goodness!
Megan: Mom? Mom! Oh my god, are you alright? Oh my god. That deer came out of nowhere. Mom? Are you okay? (waits for her to respond) Mom, answer me… Oh my god she is dead! Oh my god, that damn deer killed my mom. (puts head in hands and starts to cry)
Amy: Megan Lynn! Here I am praying, thanking god for saving our lives when out of nowhere I hear you say… damn. How dare you!?
Megan: Are you kidding me? Just drive mother.
Amy: Your father wont be pleased with you when he hears about this… and here we are. (confused) It looks like grandma has done some renovations? Megan, go up into the house and find grandma. I’m going to check the car.
Megan: (Taking to herself, acting like Amy) Go up into the house, Megan. How dare you say damn, Megan. Wait till your father hears about this, Megan. I can’t wait to get out of here. (Tries to open door but its locked. Rings the doorbell and waits.)
Amy: (Walking up the driveway) Megan, I told you to go find grandma and you are standing here like you are deaf. I am getting sick of your- (tries to open door). Oh... it’s locked. Well, come on then. Ring the doorbell.
Megan: I did mother. She is slow when getting to the-
(Door opens to a dark hallway)
Amy: (looking nervous) Megan... go and... Uh... turn on the lamp. Grandma must be sleeping.
Megan: It’s not turning on.
Amy: Try again.
Megan: Mother the light switch isn’t- (stares into the hallway)
Amy: Megan? Hello? Keep trying the light switch.
Megan: Mom, does that, uh, look like smoke?
Amy: (runs into the house) Mom!
Megan: Oh my god. I have to call 911. Why isn’t the fire alarm going off?! (Pulls out phone to call 911, but Amy stops her)
Amy: Megan! MEGAN! Come here!
Megan: Grandma? Mom? What is going on- (pauses to take a look at the scenery: mom is standing in the middle of a room with people leaning against the wall and sitting in chairs like a waiting room)
Amy: Who are all you people?
Megan: (Goes up to person) Hello? Um… do you know what is going on? Hello? Mom? Mom, they either flat out ignoring us or they cant see us. (Notices a person behind a desk by a door)
Person: Hello! Welcome to the central office of Purgatory! How may I help you?
Amy: P-Purgatory. We are in Purgatory? That’s not- that’s not possible!
Person: Oh it most definitely possible! Remember the deer that hit you on the way over?
Megan: The deer missed the car. We swerved out of the way!
Person: That’s what you saw, but currently in life they are picking up the remnants of your bodies out of the ditch.
Amy: Is this some kind of sick joke? I’m leaving. Megan, come on. We must have got the wrong house.
Megan: (tries to open door, but locked)
Person: Oh my dear, that door doesn’t open from the inside. The only way out is through one of those doors. Take a number and ill call you both when it’s your turn.
Megan: Mom? Mom what is going on? What is through the door?
Amy: (takes a look at both of the doors. One is black, one is white) Everything is so wrong. This- this isn’t how the afterlife is!
Megan: AFTERLIFE? We are dead?
Amy: I... Megan. I don’t know. I need to take a seat. Go get our numbers.
Megan: (grabs numbers. One is 666 and one is 667) Oh my god. I can’t have this number, and mom won’t have it either. I need to change it. I’ll just make the last six into an 8. Yeah, okay. It looks real. Okay, here you go mom.
(Megan and Amy wait for what seems like an eternity for their numbers to be called)
Person: Number 665 and 666! Number 665 and 666! It is now your turn!
Amy: Oh goodness! So thankful I didn’t get that number.
Person: Anyone? Oh, I seem to have made a mistake! Alright, next number is 667 and 668!
(Megan and Amy nervously approach the desk)
Person: Alright who has 667?
Megan: Uh, me. Me, I do.
Person: Alright why don’t you go stand in front of the white door.
Megan: Oh thank god. Thank you, thank you.
Amy: I assume I will be in front of that door as well?
Person: Ma’am? I’m sorry. Please stand in front of the black door.
Amy: What? No you clearly must have gotten it wrong. She is the rotten one here.
Person: No, no. It says right here. Amy: black. Megan: white. Signed by Jesus Christ himself.
(The black door opens to a pitch black abyss while the white opens to a white marble staircase leading up into the clouds.)
Amy: Megan, aren’t you going to save me? Megan!
Megan: I’m sorry Amy.
(The person goes to help Amy into the black abyss)
Amy: I am your mother, Megan! Damn you! Damn you, Megan!
Megan: No Amy, you’re the one who is damned.
(Amy is pushed into the black abyss and Megan takes her first step onto the white marble staircase)
