Jack was woken by someone shaking him. He slowly gained awareness and focused on the woman's voice.
"Hey wake up!"
He opened his eyes and looked into the face of an attractive woman, maybe 20 years old.
"Well, er, welcome to the Next Life, I guess. Whoever you are." She smiled. "I'm guessing that since you didn't exist yesterday and I can talk to you about that fact, that you're newly dead and this is your new life."
Jack blinked, remembering events of the past few hours.
The girl continued. "I'm Jill. I was hoping my friend Mark, or even Jack would end up here with me, but I guess I'm stuck with a little sister instead."
That brought it home. It was Jill. How did he tell her he was Jack. He wondered where Mark was.
Carefully, he sat up in bed. Everything felt wrong.
Jill took a step back and took in the view, now he'd emerged from under the covers.
"Wow! You didn't know when to say stop with those mashed potatoes, did you, girl!?" A smirk passed over her face. "You can have too much of a good thing, you know!"
Jack remembered the vast amount of mash he'd dumped on his plate, and gulping looked down to see the damage. He knew he'd gone far past what the manual had described as 'shockingly attractive'.
"Oh boy..." he muttered as he took in the view.
