"Thank you," I told her as we worked our way through the building. "Thank you for getting me out of there."
"Sorry it couldn't be sooner," said Lillian. "But there are limits to what I can do. You understand."
"I get it." I managed a weak version of my Hollywood smile. "So do you think Curie was right? Will Byzantine just send me back for more?"
"Only if you can get tortured and do a shoot at the same time," she said wryly.
"Shoot?" I frowned.
We reached the exit, and she pushed the door open. "A movie shoot." As we lurched out into the sunlight, she dug out a pair of dark glasses and pushed them onto my face. "You're scheduled for one this afternoon."
As we started down a gold cobblestone path toward the park, I shook my head. "They make movies in Heaven now?"
"Of course
