Dagonia, District 696

"A-are you h-h-h-her?" Peter asked, staring at the calm gentle face. "am I who?" Asked the beautiful angel faced woman. "Well, y-y-you k-know... Are y-you HER?" Hope looked confused, she didn't understand who, her, was.. "Oh dear, that portal must have scrambled your mental proccesing glodmere gland" she stated in an alarmed tone, "my mental proccesing...huh?" Peter felt ridiculous. "Your glodmere gland! It's the most important part of your thought process!!" She said as she was digging through a little yellow bag, with a sort of tone that a mother would use when scolding a child. "You have no idea what this could do to your social life!" She continued to dig through the bag. "I have no social life, I don't like anybody" Peter recited. "I don't even know where I am, or if I'm even on the same planet and I'm already reminded how much I suck at life.." He thought out loud to himself in a whispered voice. Hope giggled, "is that so?" Peter looked at her and nodded, "100% certain, fact proven" she smiled and gave him a small white square, "chew on this!". Peter accepted it heedfully as he thought, "I was about to die anyways, and now I'm on a plane in a red sky, fuck it, I guess.." He put the square in his mouth and chewed it, it was minty. "What is this supposed to do?" He asked her. "well for starters, it will make your breath smell better" she laughed as she put one in her mouth as well "it's just gum, i think your glodmere gland is fine, your stutter was worrying me but apparently it's better now." She looked at Peter with tender care. Peter tried to make the best smile he could, but it felt much too awkward. "My name is Peter" he told her, "I know, we've been expecting you!" She said joyfully. "You've been expecting ME?!" He asked, astonished that anybody would ever be expecting him, amazed that those words have actually come out of another persons mouth, ran through that persons actual mind, "Where exactly am I?" Hope looked to the front of the plane at the pilot, he was focused on the red sky. "You're on planet dagonia, of district 696," her eyes still fixed on Peter's, "Our prophet has declared your coming 60 years ago, he is on his deathbed and expecting your arrival as we speak."