“What… what happened?”

“Why don’t you tell me?”

“Well… I was riding in the Papal aircraft, and I heard a noise, a thump, a bang. Smoke rose all up around me, and then I was spinning and falling. Then there was darkness, then light, and, and, I woke up here.”

“Your aircraft crashed.”

“Where am I?”

“Unfortunately, there were no survivors.”

“Oh dear. That’s a tragedy. A tragedy indeed. But, but, that means..!!”

“Why don’t you tell me something of yourself?”

“Yes, yes. Of course. I am, well, I was, I suppose, Pope Benedict XVI, Joseph Alois Ratzinger, Bishop of Rome, Vicar of Christ, and Servant of the Servants of the Lord. And you are St. Peter, yes? Whose wonderful throne I and my predecessors have for so long kept for you, here to welcome me to the Kingdom of Heaven?”

“Um. Actually, no. You see, you are on Bifrost, and my name is Heimdall. And Odin is not very happy. He is not happy at all.”