Those of you who have read both "The Fault In Our Stars" and "Looking For Alaska" by John Green, you will know that the characters Alaska and Augustus both end up dead. It was cold in Heaven. I was sitting on the Adirondack swing. But I wasn't really there. This was an illusion created by Heaven. This is what it thought Alaska wanted the most. I knew what I wanted. Yes, I had been drunk, but I can remember the gravel under my feet, and the smell of firecrackers. The Colonel, sipping wine in the corner, and Pudge. Before the call. Back in Heaven, a boy sat on the swing next to me. It creaked. "Who are you?" "Augustus." I nodded. For a while we sat in silence. He seemed sad, and gestured to a space before him. A picture appeared: a girl in a hospital bed. He sighed. "That's Hazel Grace, my true love. You, too, have a loved one." I nodded. A picture before me. Pudge sitting in his room, reading "The General In His Labyrinth" by Garcia Marquez. Besides me, Augustus smiled, almost broken.