[Jean Prouvaire understands that he should feel afraid. The rational part of his mind knows that this is no afterlife. No paradise. There is too much decay. It looks more like the barricade than heaven to him. And yet, he cannot help but press on with fascination marked in his eyes, like a child who is too innocent for fear and can only look at the world in wonder.]

Hello?

[He calls, and listens for a reply. He uses English, because that's the only language on the sign he had seen earlier, that he recognized and could read. It does seem funny to him that heaven would be English.

Even though this doesn't seem like heaven, he can't think of another explanation. The last thing he remembers before getting off the train is… well… He places his hand on his chest and lets his heart say a prayer for what he left behind.

He feels cold metal through his shirt and looks down at his wrist. He’d checked his fob and watch chain back at the sign and found nothing, so he’d dismissed the sign as nonsense. The strange thing on his wrist isn't what he would call a watch, but he recognizes the face. A feeling of making progress washes over him, and it's with a smile that he began to push the buttons.]

Hello? Can anyone hear me?

[He asks, using English again, colored with a rich French accent.]