2 Just because he's unborn doesn't he's only a piece of his mother's flesh.

The first thing Thomas heard was a non-stop beating. "Dub-dub. Dub-dub." No variation. No other sound. What was worse, it was the ONLY thing he could sense. He couldn't see anything. He couldn't smell anything. He couldn't touch anything. Nothing but the relentless beating. "They can really do some work with the options for entertainment here." he thought. "Well, at least I can think. Didn't someone said, "I think therefore I exist"? Thus I exist. Maybe I'm a ghost or something but I definitely exist."

With an unknown amount of time to think and nothing else to do that's exactly what Thomas did. He ruminated on his previous life. He pondered on Purgatory. He wondered how exactly would he be purged where he was going (if he wasn't already there). He considered how much connection the new universe would have with his home plane; God didn't divulge much information. Except on the existence of magic. Which he was looking forward to. He hoped he wouldn't be born a Squib. That would be extremely disappointing. "Hey, does that mean people there would depend so much on magic that their technology is centuries behind that of my home? Let's hope not..."

He wondered how easily would he pick up the language(s) of the natives. Or the locals. Or whatever the politically correct term is. At home he was bilingual, and remembered the effort it took to achieve that status. Since this universe has magic, maybe he'll magically understand them. Or maybe not, since in his experience God is not in favour of shortcuts. "Ah well." he decided. "It's not as if I have a deadline. The last time I checked Purgatory had no possibility of flunking the course. It should be the same where I'm going. Which brings up the question of what happens if I die there. Or here, if I'm already here."

The part on no original sin was fascinating. He didn't know much theology but he was aware that the bad things his people kept doing over and over again was due to original sin, to something broken in humanity that draws them to sin. A universe full of people for whom that isn't a problem would be... interesting.

He also pondered on how much the natives or locals knew of people like him. Especially since the fact that he's drawn in some way to sin would make him stand out in a society of possibly sinless people. "How would that work anyway?" Thomas questioned. How can there be a functioning sinless mortal society? Human beings with the biology of flesh and the spirit of angels? And how would that society cater to the souls from Purgatory? "They won't look down on us because that desire is a sinful one, and they are drawn away from sin. They probably would be so loving and understanding that it would be unendurable. Or perhaps I simply lack the ability to comprehend them due to my attraction to sin. After all, some of it should still be in my soul, or there would be nothing to purge, right?"

As Thomas was pondering on and on and on something suddenly happened. He felt himself being pushed and pulled. The force wasn't damaging him, just very sure on moving him somewhere else. And there was light...