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Wait patiently (for real this time).

After only a minute or two he comes back. "Ok, Mrs. Khanna," he says. "If you could follow me I'll take you to your case worker's office."

You get up and follow him out. You can't help but think to yourself, what was the point of coming into his office? No matter. You walk back through the call center into yet a different hallway. On the right you see an open door. The suited man stops at the door and waives you in. "Mrs. Khanna, this is Nina," he says. "She's my best case worker. If you have any problems or need any other kind of help, let me know, ok?" You nod and he steps out.

"Hello, Rinke," Nina says to you.

"Hi." You shake her hand. She seems very nice so far. She has a sort of pleasant, soothing demeanor but not in an obnoxious or condescending way. She's moderately attractive and in maybe her forties. Her office is average. There are pictures on her desk and there's a normal amount of clutter.

"So, I've looked at your file," she says.

"And?"

"And..." She pauses. She seems to be in thought, like she's choosing her words carefully.

"Look, what I really want are answers," you plead. "What is this place? I mean, I know I'm dead. At least I think I'm dead. But what happens now?"

"Ok," she begins to explain...
"Ok," she begins to explain...

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