5 3 Small Rules

N7 stares at Death N8 long and hard. Suddenly, he breaks into a big grin.

"Have you finally worked yourself to craziness? Of course humans can't see us! Even dying humans can't see our real form." N7 says, laughing.

"Hey, don't laugh at me!" Death N8 exclaims. "I was just curious." He says bashfully. N7 laughs even harder seeing N8's face. All of a sudden the morning announcements ring.

"Good Morning everyone! And welcome to Afterlife Headquarters, where we strive to being people into reincarnation. As we start off today, we want to remind everyone the 3 small rules we all follow in this workspace.

1. Please refrain from having romantic relationships with co-workers. This is not enforced, but is recommended for a healthier work environment.

2. Please do not get too attached with possesions or philosophies that this Earth has to offer. Remember, everyone is able to be promoted to a worker in reincarnation!

3. Don't be afraid to report any out of place people or employees that you encounter during your time down in earth. We encourage people to speak out against certain person's of interest!

We hope today's workday is more enjoyable and rewarding than the one before! Everyday is-"a good day at Afterlife!" N7 mimics as the recording finishes. "Wow, that was boring as ever. When are they ever going to change that recording. It must be at least 100 years old!" N7 complains.

"When are you going to leave my office? N8 says.

"... I'm leaving now meanie! Are you happy?" N7 shouts and stomps out of N8's office. N8 sighs. He should at least get some work done. He takes out his two jars of souls that he filled today. Except... He totally forgot he couldn't collect the little boy's soul at the pond today! He massages his forehead with with his fingers and can feel stress piling up.

He picks up his phone to report this incident.

"Hello, Afterlife Reporting Center, how may I help you?"

"I would like to repot an incident where I was supposed to pick up a soul, however..."

All of a sudden, he stops. For some reason, he can't force himself to report the incident. He feels a strange need to protect the girl that he saw today.

"Yes? Could you continue?" The voice in the call says.

"Umm...." N8 contimplates for a while. "I think that there was an error in the processing."

"Excuse Me?"

"Yes, the child I was supposed to pick up still had 70 years to live."

".... One moment please."