[ WP ] Sometimes when you ca n't find something , it 's just been misplaced . Sometimes , however , an item so misplaced and forgotten is taken from our world and placed into Lost , where all truly lost things go . It 's also the place where you 've just woken up .

I find so many things here. The Flash ring my dad made me at the metal shop he worked at when I was a kid. That playboy that I hid under the mattress from the ages of 12 to 19. The ring of keys I found in the gutter that had that rabbits foot on it. 
 
 So many things, that one day... were just gone. Now they're all here. And so am I, which does n't seem right at all. I'm pondering this when I hear disembodied voice that sounds awfully like Patrick Stewart or Christopher Lee or some other famous British guy say `` Ah, there it is!'' 
 
 `` Hello?'' I say cautiously. 
 
 `` Hello mortal. Please follow the sound of my voice.'' 
 
 I move closer. `` Who are you and where am I?'' 
 
 After a few step, I'm suddenly standing in a black void next to a tall robed figure carrying a giant candy cane. `` Ah, here we are. So sorry about the misplacement. I assure you it does n't happen often.'' 
 
 Feeling frustrated I grit my teeth. `` Thank you the assurances, but they do n't answer my questions. Who are you, and where am I?'' 
 
 `` Ah, yes. My apologies.'' As he turns toward me, I see his face is a skull. `` I have many names, but you may simply call me Death. As for where you are, you're between worlds, on your way to your final resting place. Fear not, it's one of the pleasant realms, because you were n't a bad person or terribly consumed with guilt for being a person.'' 
 
 `` Wait a sec... if you're Death, why are n't you carrying a scythe? What's with the candy cane?'' 
 
 `` You do n't like it either, eh? You should pass that along. I keep telling the lads in morphogenics that people prefer the traditional stuff, but lately they've been insistent that my image needs softening. Apparently a lot of people are cross with me over something or other from last year. Honestly, I do n't think something to garish and transparent will have any good effect.'' 
 
 `` Wow.. that is very odd. Also, where was I just now, before I was in this emptiness?'' 
 
 `` Ah, yes. Well, as I said, it does n't happen often, but I misplaced you just now.'' 
 
 `` Right, I get that part, but where was I when I was misplaced?'' 
 
 `` You were in The Misplace. It's another thing that has lots of names. Lost, the realm of the unclaimed, deep under all the beds, the bloody hell is that thing, spatchapook, the land of the missing. It's where things go when they're actually misplaced, as opposed to merely being placed in a real location that's been forgotten.'' 
 
 `` And people can go there?'' 
 
 `` No, not exactly. They can be put there, by accident, but they ca n't'go' there. Nothing can end up there by intention.'' 
 
 `` Then how did you retrieve me.'' 
 
 `` Because I'm nothing.'' 
 
 `` I thought you were death.'' 
 
 Without the shape of his skull changing at all, he seemed to smile at me. `` My dear man, do you mean to tell me that you lived a whole life without ever learning one of the most important lessons of all?'' 
 
 `` What lesson is that?'' 
 
 `` That Death is nothing... it's nothing to worry about, nothing to be frightened of, and nothing to fight. Death is n't even the end, it's just a transition. It's when you stop being one thing and start being another thing, but it's not a thing in and of itself. It's just a passing between one state and another.'' 
 
 `` If you're nothing, then why are we talking.'' He did n't... it did n't... there was no answer. 
 
 I spun around to find that I was no longer in an empty void. I was now in a plain white room filled with book shelves. There was a blonde librarian wearing pointed glasses sitting at a desk. `` Hello Glen. How may I help you?'' 
 
 `` How do you know my name? Who are you? Where am I?'' 
 
 `` I know your name because it's in my nature to know things. I'm your first pubescent fantasy made real. You're in your limited, yet not altogether uninspired version of Heaven. Is there anything else you'd like to know?'' 
 
 `` If you're my fantasy made real... does that mean we can...'' 
 
 `` Yes Glen, it does.'' She grabbed a book titled *All the stuff about anatomy that parents and teachers do n't want to tell you* and she began to read.
