"I'm dead and this is all just my brain short-circuiting."
Ralph smiled at her creativity.
"I'm afraid it's much simpler than that, Tidbit."
She looked up, still horrified that he knew the nickname
her father had given her. He slid down the tree until
he was kneeling at her level.
"I'm an angel, and this," he motioned around,
"is a couple of thousand years behind where you were."
She didn't move.
"I brought you here to help you."
"Oh," she said with distant eyes and a nod.
"So, you brought me to biblical times in my cat
pajamas to a country I can't speak the language... to..."
He was nodding along.
"To get baptized," he nodded.
"Ah, yeah," she responded, and he felt like
she was being condescending. "To get baptized."