Melody West is dead, that much is known. Yet, when she is ready to move on with a ticket in hand she waits for the train that brings her to paradise. She waits, and waits, and finds the trains to purgatory aren't coming any time soon, and she is the one to find out why. "No, you don't get it. We have been here way longer than we are supposed to be. They come every three seconds, on the dot. Face it they're not coming." I hate fate, sometimes I think it's mutual, "You're stuck in Purgatory."