Hi, I posted a rougher version of this a few weeks ago, and I 
god a good enough response to do a little tweaking and addition to it. 
Anyways tell me what you think, especially what you think a good title 
would be.

	Kiyone stood at the entrance to The Corridor.  She shuddered to 
herself as she contemplated the meeting she was being called to.  She 
looked at the door just inside.  It was bright red with a black 1 
painted at its center.  Taking a deep breath she entered the gray 
hallway wondering how long it would take her to reach the black room 
666.  The office of the dark angel who ruled Hell, her home since she 
had died.
	Kiyone walked foreword, distracting herself from her reason for 
being here by counting the doors as she passed them.  By the time she 
reached 600 she was feeling ghost pain throughout her entire lower 
body.  Ghost pain because she didn't have a real body anymore.  Putting 
it aside she pressed onward, and paused at door 665 to stare at the 
next door, a dull orange door with a red 1 painted on it.
	*I guess I've got a longer walk then I thought.*
	Kiyone pressed on.  And as she walked she found herself unable 
to avoid thinking about her life and her death.  And the afterlife she 
was trapped in as well.  It became a distraction from the phantom pain 
in her phantom body as she kept up a pace that her mortal self could 
never have survived matching.
	She thought of her death.  Ironically Mihoshi, who she would 
have bet everything she had to be it's cause was over a hundred light 
years away when it happened.  The Galaxy Police had granted them a paid 
vacation, and she had managed to insure that she and Mihoshi spent 
their vacations on well separated resort planets.  Three days later 
Kiyone had been walking home from a bar with a guy she had picked up 
when she managed to trip and fall over a small bridge and suddenly she 
was here in hell.
	Hell was something else that didn't match here expectations.  
She had expected perpetual torment, but instead the torments occurred 
at seemingly random intervals.  The rest of the time was a torment of a 
more subtle nature.  It didn't seem too bad, but the torment arose more 
from a lack than anything that she had to deal with.  There was no 
happiness, no kindness, no hope.  And of course the bureaucracy that 
she and everyone she knew hated so much was here, with even greater 
intensity and power.  Agony, emptiness, and frustration.  Hell was 
worse than she had imagined.
	Suddenly the fact that she had passed a black door with the 
number 645 intruded on her consciousness.  Looking up she accelerated 
her pace, coming to a halt as she reached her goal.
	She looked at the door.  It was utterly black, except for the 
red numbers proclaiming it office 666.  Kiyone raised her hand and 
fought down a wave of fear.  Reaching out her hand she prepared to 
knock.
	"Come in Kiyone." said a deep voice inside the office.  Kiyone 
blinked a moment, then opened the door and stepped inside.
	"You wanted to see me..."  What was the proper title to call 
him, she wondered.
	The fallen angel looked up from a desk that looked like a red 
copy of her supervisor's.  In fact the entire office looked exactly 
like her supervisors only subtly wrong.  "That I did.  Well it's been 
six years Mortal realm since you died, and I was reviewing your case."
	Oh no...  "My, Case?"
	"Actually it was at a request from the opposing realm, but 
looking things over I have concluded that you can be released a lot 
sooner than expected, right now in face."
	Kiyone blinked.  She wasn't aware that she could be released 
from hell.  "Released?"
	"To Heaven's care.  In fact the angel who'll be looking you 
over while you make the transition should be at the gate really soon.  
If you'll just fill out the forms,"
	Kiyone looked over the firms.  *There has to be some sort of 
trick.*  She thought to herself.  *Should I go along and leave?  What 
am I thinking.  This is my chance to get out of hell.*  She picked up a 
pen and quickly signed her name to the appropriate places.
	"Excellent!"  He raised his hand and suddenly they were 
standing by a large set of Gates, seemingly made of pure iron.  
"Heaven's sending the angel who'll be responsible for you while your 
adjusting to your new status.  She should be here any minute."
	"KIYONE!!"  Kiyone froze as a figure in white suddenly grabbed 
her.  She was all in white, she now sprouted wings, but the blond hair 
and that awful voice were exactly as she remembered.
	"Oh Kiyone!"  Mihoshi continued.  "It was so awful after you 
died, I mean I tried to do  my best to make you proud, but the chief 
kept yelling at me, and there were those partners who went crazy and 
had to be locked up, and finally I wasn't paying enough attention and a 
smuggler managed to shoot me.  But the worst part of it was that when I 
got to Heaven I couldn't find you.  I looked all over and I even tried 
to check with Hells records at a friends advice.  I can't believe that 
anyone actually thought you belonged in hell.  Well don't worry, I'm 
here now and we'll be together forever!"
	"F-Forever?"  Kiyone slowly turned her head and looked at the 
Devil, who was closing the gates of hell behind him with a big grin on 
his face.
	"Wait!  I changed my mind! "  Kiyone screamed as she ran for 
the gates.
	Satan smiled as he walked away from the gates of Hell, 
listening to Kiyone's screams.  "The mind is it's own place and can 
make a Heaven of Hell, A Hell of Heaven."  He chuckled to himself.