Heaven. It was warm and light, the soft murmur of a low masculine voice spoke to her No, read to her. The Iliad in Greek. She tried to open her mouth but nothing moved.

I want to see you, whoever you are.

Did she have a body?

She managed a small strangled whimper. The voice halted, then spoke, more eagerly.

"Emily." The voice sounded like Godric, but that made sense. Heaven was wherever he was. She tried to speak again, but only yielded another pathetic ...