Clia walked over, and looked into the TV screen. "Is that Hades?"

Fisher shrugged. "I wouldn't be surprised."

Clia glared at him, grabbed the remote, and changed the channel.

Suddenly the dream changed, and she saw Kane just as he pointed his gun at her and fired. Skye remembered falling to the ground, with the phone in her hand. She dimly remembered being dragged across the floor and out into the hall.

"Hey!" Fisher objected. "I was watching that."

Clia waved him off, disgusted. She checked her watch. "Time for her to meet Roarke."

Fisher scowled. "Why are we doing this? Isn't it the council's job to control these things?"

"Half are out on vacation. Barry's on a press tour. We're helping out." She hit him on the shoulder. "If you're gonna start talking about doing your job...go find a guest." With that she walked off to get another cigarette.

Fisher glared at Clia, and snapped his fingers. Suddenly a man walked in. "I need a vacation for me, my girlfriend, and our kid."

Fisher shot Clia a smug look. He turned to the man, smiling broadly. "So how long have you been engaged?"

"Six months," the man answered proudly.

Fisher cocked a smile, as Clia rolled her eyes. "So, you're one of those: 'An impending'"

While Fisher talked, Clia took down the information, and neither noticed a young girl, wearing a black cloak, walking into the agency. She took off the hood to reveal her red and black hair, and looked at them with childlike eyes that seemed sadder then anything. She snapped her fingers and disappeared.

"You're all right. No one will harm you here."

A thought slowly surfaced into her head until she could no longer contain it. "I'm dead."

The sadness in his eyes said it all. "I'm afraid so. The injury you received from Mr. Kane was fatal. Cal brought you here."

"Cal?" she asked, wearily feeling her forehead.

Roarke smiled. "Yes, Cal comes from here too. Of course at the time he was living his life over when his parents were killed." He frowned. "I'll have to ask him about that, later." He looked at his watch. "Oh my, late for the plane: Gotta run," he announced much to Skye's shock. "I'll be around later to see you," and he quickly breezed out the door.

Skye slowly got up and looked around. "Well, it's obvious. I'm in Hell. This is what I get for voting for Bill Clinton."

Roarke ran down the pier, as Ariel, Cal, and what appeared to be a large purple dinosaur waited for him. Ariel smiled as baby Iris wiggled in her arms. "Iris performed her first bit of magic today," she announced proudly.

"On me," Harry interrupted irritably. "Not to mention that she turned the hotel purple."

Roarke looked at the dinosaur, and tried not to laugh. He sighed, deeply. "Now, Harry, there are a lot worse things in life to be then a giant purple dinosaur with green spots."

"He's right, Harry," added Ariel.

"Oh, is he?" He shot a narrowing glare at Ariel. "I could be a small green dinosaur named 'Baby Bop, who carries a 'blankie'."

Ariel shot him a look of disdain, as she snapped her fingers. He returned to normal.

Cal shook his head. "He had more personality. He looked stupid, but he had more personality."

Harry shot him a glare. "Remember....children are to be seen and not heard."

Cal smiled at Iris. "Shorty, you see any 'children' around here?"

She shook her head. Cal grinned widely, and turned to Harry. "I didn't think so."

Roarke inwardly groaned, and Ariel leaned over and whispered. "You were the one who wanted him back." Ariel smiled pleasantly as she handed Iris over to her father. "Plane's here."

"Smiles everyone," he reminded them. "Smiles." He looked down at the infant. "That includes you."

Skye opened the balcony doors, and breathed in the sweet air. She had given up on the idea that she had landed in Hell. It didn't look like Hell...more like Bermuda. She saw an enormous wardrobe closet, and opened it. Sitting there in a neat pile were a pair of jean shorts, white shirt, and white coat. "Obviously someone here has a color complex," she said to herself, as she changed. A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Skye opened it to reveal the same man from before. She smiled. "We're going to have to stop meeting like this. What would your wife say?"

He smiled. "She's not my wife, yet."

Skye laughed. "So you're one of those-An impending. Don't worry, she'll say 'yes'. I'd bet my life on it...that is if I had one."

Roarke leaned against the vanity table, deciding which was the best course of action to get information of his 'latest' arrival. "So what is it that you once did?"

Skye sat cross-legged on the bed. "Criminal Prosecution: I'm...was the Executive Assistant District Attorney of the City of Manhattan," answered Skye. She felt a sudden need to change the subject. "Ahhh...So ya gonna marry her, at least before your daughter's one?"

Roarke just smiled.

Skye looked at him, uneasy. "I can read minds now," she announced, suddenly. She smiled at him, like a baby who had just discovered something new.

He smiled. "Here, I can assure you that you can for once relax."

"Nice try," she laughed, still uneasy. "But something tells me that I can't do that...not even here." Skye started looking around for her shoes. "I've got to get some answers. It's something I always do...even when I was alive." She crawled under the bed, looking for the shoes. "No offense....Roarke, but you remind me of my ex husband." Skye finally saw them, and pulled them out. "Never trusted him either. Michael always though he was above everyone else."

Roarke was about to say something, when Angel burst into the room. The shorter angel, with long dark hair, smiled like a small child in a candy shop. "She's awake," she said with enthusiasm.

Sky looked at her, curious "Great, who are you?"

Roarke volunteered the information. "This is Angel, our bartender...or at least until she gets tired and asks for a transfer to another department."

Angel turned and glared at him. "Go fantasize someone, Roarke, or stop Iris from turning Harry into a giant purple dinosaur. It does absolutely nothing for his personality."

Roarke grinned at her sinisterly, and left.

"So," asked Skye shyly. "What's going on?"

"Well, you're dead," started Angel, nonchalant. "You know that part. You're actually in a place we tend to refer to as the Processing Center. Catholics call it 'Purgatory', but you're not a part of that."

Skye looked at her confused. "That's good - so why am I here?"

Angel looked as about as confused at Skye. "Good question, I sent a fax to *Hermes. I swear the record keeping on this island stinks, no matter what Harry says. If we're suppose to get a new arrival, it's Roarke who usually knows about it, but the big guy isn't talking." Angel looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "You weren't, by any chance, hit by a car crossing the street right in front of a travel agency, were you?"

Skye shook her head.

Angel managed to smile. "Oh...well, you want the 50 cent tour?"

Later...

Skye walked along the beach. Angel had run back to the bar, hopelessly late for her shift. Skye looked up ahead, and saw a woman sitting, alone, on the beach. She walked up closer, and could hear the woman crying. "Hey, what's the matter?"

The woman looked at her, with majestic brown eyes that seemed to look down into your very soul. Despite the fact that they were red and irritated, she was a beautiful woman. She tried to smile. "I'm only thinking."

"Must be a heavy subject to make you cry." She sat down beside her. "Skye Sterling, recent addition to the 'afterlife'." She offered her hand.

"Ariel," she said, as they shook hands. She pushed her hair back over her ears. "Maybe I'm wondering if he'll ever marry me."

"He will," she said without thinking. She looked at the puzzlement in Ariel's face. "Actually he might...that's what I was saying - that's all."

"He will," she said without thinking. "Actually he might...that's what I was saying - that's all."

Ariel smiled, amused. "You weren't suppose to tell me that, were you?"

Ariel

Skye shook her head. "Nope...so you have no idea." Both women laughed.

Ariel smiled at her. "Sorry, I'm not usually as emotional as this."

Skye just shook her head, and waved it off. Feeling as though she should continue, Ariel asked "So Skye Sterling, how'd you end up here?"

Skye laughed. "Damned if I know. Got shot, had this great dream, and woke up here."

Ariel frowned. "Interesting."

Skye shrugged. "I dunno."

Ariel nodded. "So can I ask a little more about you?"

"Sure," she answered. "My name is Antonia Prospern. I married Michael Sterling," She announced the name as though it were the poison of the world.

"What happen to your husband?" Ariel asked, curious.

"We got divorced. Now he's probably in heaven somewhere...telling God how to run things." P>"Was that why you two got divorced?" she asked.

Skye frowned. "A lot of things...none of which I care to repeat." She smiled. "So tell me Ariel, why are dead people hanging around a resort for the living?"

A 6-foot walking purple dinosaur cut off Ariel's answer. "Ariel!"

She got up, and inwardly groaned. "Oh, no. She did it again."

"Ariel, you must do something about this child," said the dinosaur, annoyed. He handed the giggling baby over to Ariel. The baby looked over at Skye, and smiled.

"See," said Ariel. "She likes you. Harry, I'm really sorry." Ariel shifted her daughter higher on her hip. "You, young lady, need a nap."

The baby laughed and pointed at Harry. "Burple."

Suddenly the dinosaur disappeared, and Harry returned except with blue hair. "This is too humiliating."

Ariel smiled, and headed back to the hotel, with Iris. The baby waved, as Skye watched them walk away.

Harry smiled. "Is there anything I can get you, Mrs. Sterling?"

She shook her head. "No thanks. Listen, that washes out normally." Skye found a pair of sunglasses in her pocket, and walked off.

Angel was finishing a martini order for a guest, as Skye approached. "Have to remember to order a case of olives from Scotty."

Skye waited until he left. "What's going on here? Ariel and Roarke's daughter just turned the hotel manager into a walking dinosaur. Why can I read minds? This place can't be anywhere near heaven."

Angel stopped, and nodded. "Ok, first off this is the 'processing center'. The Elysian Fields are a little further north. I know about Iris Roarke and her purple phase already, but I really don't know how you can read minds?"

Skye slapped her hands on the bar. "Tell me what in the Hell is going on here?"

Angel leaned against the side of the bar, and frowned. "This place is called 'Fantasy Island'. It was started by Hecate, in a really stupid way to handle the crowd control in the Elysian Fields. We had a bunch of plagues going on. People who die, but who are in need of redemption...get sent here. People who are generally good...who have wonderful promise, but somehow screwed up are sent here to work towards redemption."

Skye yelled, exasperated. "Then how the Hell did I end up there?"

Angel pulled out a paper. "Well, according to Hermes. The only ways for a person to get a straight shot here...is to be in need of redemption, be beseeched by someone here, or be a God."

Skye looked at her, and shook her head in amazement. "OK, what happens where they get redeemed?"

Angel shrugged. "They usually get a 'do-over', after it's decided by the council."

Skye laughed, absurdly amused that while her questions were answered, the answers left her no more enlightened. "Who's running this island anyway? Roarke?"

Angel giggled. "Roarke has not been in control of this island for over five centuries. The Sprite Council only had control of it since last year, and it seems as though they're always fighting someone to keep it."

Skye held her head. "Do you know of anyone around here who's gotten a 'do-over' recently?"

"Cal got a 'do-over' recently. Now that he's been sent back...who knows what will happen to him?"

"Cal? Small kid whose parents were killed?" At Angel's nod, Skye ran to the hotel.

Roarke headed anxiously back to his office. The 'Hard Squad' fantasy was becoming a headache, as much as the hairpiece was. He'd be glad when it was over. No more wadding around in hot baths looking over dead bodies. He opened the door to find Skye pacing. "What can I do for you?"

She turned to face him, and tried to contain her laughter. "I...I can <> about Cal."

Roarke snapped his fingers, and the hairpiece disappeared. "Now what about Cal?"

Skye sat down. "What are you going to do about Cal? Angel tells me that he'd been sent back, now he's here. Does he get to start over where he left off or what?"

Roarke frowned. "We can't very well make his parents alive again."

Skye huffed. "Why? You did it before."

Roarke inwardly groaned, irked. "That was because they died of natural causes...multiple gunshot wounds do classify as 'natural causes'."

Skye glared at him. "So you're gonna keep the kid here? First you give him redemption and then he's pulled back?"

"Cal will understand."

Skye could feel herself grow angry. "How do you know that? When I saw Cal last he was a 10-year-old boy. You're thinking in terms of how old you've always seen him." Skye looked at him, reading his thoughts. "As a 30 year old bell boy? Good Grief, what kind of place is this?" Skye asked with a laugh.

Roarke was getting angry himself. He ignored her last comment. "What would you have me do? Send him back there...to the hands of Social Services...to foster care...at HIS age. Couples want babies, Mrs. Sterling. Not children with emotional baggage."

"Or middle aged men who have been stuck on an island for 30 years," added Skye.

Roarke let out a laugh. "I've been on this island for nearly an eon."

Skye grunted. "And this is somehow my fault."

Roarke leered at her, but didn't answer.

"He's a bright caring child. He can find a family."

"What? And we're not his family."

"I NEVER said that you were!"

"Boss," said Cal, standing in the doorway.

Roarke turned around. His attitude completely changed, and he smiled. "Yes, what is it?"

"Something's wrong with the baby. She won't stop crying," he answered scared.

Suddenly Skye could hear a beep. It was loud, screeching...and constant. "What's the noise?" she yelled, holding her ears. She turned around to find herself in a nursery. The beep was louder, and more deafening, mixed in with a baby's cry. Skye looked down to see Iris, screaming. She could hear it as well. Skye picked the child up in one swift motion, and noticed a man standing in the corner. He was about her height, with dark hair. He seemed surprised, almost shocked to see her. She turned around and ran out of the nursery.

The man regained control of his senses, and saw the orange and black haired Sprite, as she walked by. She stopped in the middle of the room, and they connected mentally. He said something, but neither could hear it. Then suddenly she was gone. He shook his head in dismay and left.