“I g-g-guess…I’m dead?” she heard her own voice call out, strangely high-pitched and thin.For a long time, she heard nothing else. And then:”Hi, Dead. I’m Dan.”

“Amy, Dan, and Nellie were sitting at a table in a conference room, examining reproductions of Franklin documents-some so rare, the librarians told her, the only copies existed in Paris. “Yeah, here’s a rare grocery list,” Dan muttered. “Wow.”