“Do you ever think about what happens after death?”Auvril’s younger sister wondered aloud. Auvril turned over on her stiff mattress, face toface with a pair of bright blue eyes. “What are you doing in my room Bianca?” She sighed. “I couldn’t sleep,” Bianca pouted as she tugged thethin white blanket towards herself, leaving half of Auvril’s pale body exposed to the chilly airaround them. “What doyouthink happens after we die?” Auvril repeatedBianca’s question in a whisper. “Well, I don’t believe in heaven or hell because thereobviously isn’t another dimension you can transfer to after you die. Reincarnation is out ofthe question because that would mean our minds and personalities are getting reused throughdifferent bodies. So the only option is…” Bianca paused obviously deep in thought. Auvril could tell she had spent a long time thinkingabout this. Bianca was quite mature for her age and often told Auvril about her countlesstheories and wonders. Unfortunately, other children who were Bianca’s agedidn’t share the same interest in discovering the unknown or the patience to listento her. “What if people live through the memories of theirloved ones?” Bianca continued, rambling on, not even checking to see if Auvril was paying attention. “Mhm, that seems possible,” Auvril replied while stiflinga yawn. She closed her eyes and drifted off into another world, a utopia of dreams.