[And in pops one (1) Danny Fenton, along with his bed and a box of tissues. He is quite obviously sick, what with how pale and weak he looks. Even if you didn't see him you'd know he was sick--what with the sneezing and raspy, weak voice.]

Ugh, great. Just what I needed. Another month in bed throwing up and not being able to breathe.

At least it's quieter here.

[Insert a coughing fit that lasts a good minute or so.]

[A young-looking man-shaped-being in a nice suit and sunglasses has appeared near the bar. He looks disoriented, confused, and generally all the things you expect of someone new to the Plane. Immediately, he begins to look around at the void, frowning suspiciously.]

...What?

[The void does not answer.]

...Great. Now what? ...All right, let's think this through. It's obviously not Hell, and they wouldn't let me into Heaven even if I wanted to go back. So where the h- where in the world is this? Not exactly Kratos' style...

At least there's a bar here. Those don't exactly grow naturally, so all I have to do is wait for the patrons. ...And if they don't know what I'm doing here, either, well... I won't be out of work, at least. [Satisfied with this conclusion, he materializes a glass of whiskey on the rocks, and settles in to sip at it and wait.]