Two hours after I finished writing this story, a secretary finally came in to see me. She wore a black suit with a red flatline logo on it and she had a strange emotionless quality to her, almost like an automaton. I straightened my hat and stood up.

"Am I going to be served yet?"

"I'm afraid there's a serious security problem. We can't serve customers until it's sorted. We apologise for the inconvenience." she said in a voice like a recorded message.

"Could I send a letter?" I asked.

"Of course. I'll show you where the post box is."

I followed her down the corridor, watching the red lights flashing on and off. Those lights didn't mean anything, they were always like that. It was actually quite soothing. We went through a pair of glass double doors and into a circular room with big windows that looked out onto the endless void of sheer deletory nothingness. Rainbow jellyfish floated in the blackness, specially evolved to live in the harshest conditions. They looked like one magnificent screensaver. I found the post box and reached to post my story to... who? I wasn't sure really. The Cathedral was gone. I assumed our publishing press was gone too. I could address it to one of Ragnald's favourite merc bars and hope he picks it up, I suppose, but...

I turned to the secretary.

"Has the train left yet?" I asked.

"The whole Game Over Screen is under lockdown. Nobody goes in or out, not even through the bulk erase machine, until we find all the people responsible."

I wondered briefly if the 'people responsible' happened to be wearing large white suits of armour with Granas holy symbols on them.

"I need to go to the station." I told her.

"You haven't posted your letter yet."

"Please, just take me there."

The secretary shrugged and led me through a screen-glass tunnel to an absolutely enormous railway station. The sign said 'Soul Train Station'. Black, gothically decorated trains were lined up, waiting for the order to leave. The ceiling was higher than Granas Cathedral and covered in a web of tree trunk-thick iron beams. The front of the station was covered in screen glass with an airlock to allow the trains out. The girl was there, asleep on a black bench, wrapped in a black cloak. She was snoring loudly. I sat down on the bench beside her and shook her gently awake. She yawned and blinked.

"Xera?"

"Zera." I corrected, passing her the A4 brown envelope that contained my life story, "I wrote it for you. Can you pass it around when you've finished reading it?"

She looked straight at the point just above my head.

"You can't take it with you when you're deleted, you know."

It took me a while to work out what the hell she was talking about. I grimaced. There was no other way. I never did figure out what she wanted with that old thing- she seemed to think it was a bowl- but I had no further use for it. It was a sign that my life- and my papacy- was finally over. A fitting funeral for a dead god.

I took my hat off my head and gave it to her. She grabbed it off me and hugged it, smiling like a little kid. Then she jumped up and started singing and dancing to the Grandia 2 Boss Theme:

Ooh Papa Ze-e-ra/

Grandia save my soul tonight/

Whatever you do/

I believe in Grandia 2/

I won't be savin' my game here tonight/

Ashes to ashes, level to level/ Grandia sold my soul to the devil/

I have finally finished Grandia 2 tonight/

Grandia/ Grandia/ Strike my soul straight off the roll/

Grandia/ Grandia/ Grandia 2!/

I can't believe that you are open still/

To hear me/

Ooh Papa Ze-e-ra/

Grandia save my soul tonight!

"TURN THE VOLUME UP!!!!!!!!!!!!" I roared. The volume went up. We danced for a while longer, then I waved to her and walked away.

I suppose technically I should have been deleted to the Song of Light, but that would have been boring, wouldn't it?