"Again?!" The judge exclaimed as he grabbed onto the little strands of hair on his head. "This hasn't happened since 40 years ago!"

 He slowly raised his gaze until it met Tim's eyes. 

 "I'm sorry... what?" 

 "How did you do this? The amount of good and bad you did somehow perfectly balanced out. You don't belong in either heaven or hell!"

 "Is that a good thing?" 

 "First of all, let me run through some of these ridiculous things you did." The judge adjusted his reading glasses as he used his finger to trace the words on his massive book. "You once managed to steal an entire box of fireworks from a store. But yet, you managed to take the very last items that a man was going to use to make an explosive device. Who even steals fireworks?"

 "Just felt festive that day, I guess." Tim shrugged.  

 "It also says here you once tackled a dog, which caused it to die? Why?"

 "I'm pretty sure I just tripped there... I mean, who tackles a dog?"

 "Well, that dog turned out to be a foreign scout being used to map the area for a future attack."

 "What are the odds!" 

 The judge set his glasses on the podium beside his book and pinched his nose bridge in frustration. He slowly reached out to grab a shiny, yellow telephone placed at his waist level.

 "Hello... We have another one. Open up the door." 

 The ground shook as the massive wall behind the judge gave way to a stairwell. The stairs up emitted a bright, white light, while the stairs down shone bright red, with the occasional sight of ashes rising. 

 "No... the other door." The judge audibly sighed. 

 The ground trembled once more. Tim turned to see the wall behind him give way this time, leading to a small, monochrome house. 

 "What... What's that?" There was a tremor in Tim's voice. 

 "Welcome... to eternal limbo."

 Tim stayed rooted in place as his head oscillated between the stairwell and the house. "I'll take it." He finally came to terms with the decision and began making his way to the house. 

 "Call the contractors again," the judge ordered, still on the phone. "We're going to need to expand the house and build more rooms. See if you can find some past renovators and plumbers as well. I feel like we're going to need them soon. These limbo-ers are really making my life harder." He slammed the phone down and sunk his head into his hands. 

 Tim cautiously knocked on the door. "Dad? Are you there?" he whispered. 

 The door creaked open slowly, revealing a pair of eyes.

 "Tim!" The door slammed open as the elderly man behind the door reached out to embrace Tim.

 "Dad, the judge is still there," Tim gestured over to the large podium still situated behind him. 

 "Oh, right." The elderly man released Tim from his arms. "Please, come in."

 Tim entered the house with pace, eager for the reunion he had long awaited, and closed the door behind him. The interior of the house was much larger than the exterior had led on, although the monotony was consistent. The house was painted beige and was minimally furnished. Tim embraced the man again, this time for a much longer time. 

 "I missed you so much, Dad." 

 "How did you find the book?" his dad enquired. 

 "I chanced upon it from doing some house-keeping one day. I must say, it shocked me immensely." Tim surveyed the house. "And I can't believe you made me tackle a dog just for this." 

 "Calm down." Tim's dad lay down on the sofa. "Would you rather be in hell? Besides, heaven is getting crowded after centuries of dead people. Wouldn't you want your own space?" He stretched his arms and transitioned into a foetal position, getting ready for a nap. "Isn't it nice having no one to disturb you?"

 "I guess you're right." Tim slouched into another couch. "I could get used to this place." 

 "Besides, I heard they're going to renovate if we get more people." 

 "So, has Chase found the book?"

 "Not yet. Just look at the window." Tim's dad pointed to an opaque window-looking object on the wall. "Can't believe they left that there."

 Tim strolled to the window, as the opaque object began shining like a TV screen. A live feed of Tim's house streamed on the window. 

 "Just swipe to which time period you want." Tim's dad's voice slowly slurred as he was slowly falling asleep. "It's time for my nap." 

 Tim slowly placed his finger on the window and swiped as the live feed fast forwarded. His son, Chase, quickly transitioned from a teenager to a young adult clad in a graduation gown. Tim's vision blurred as he continued to fast forward the feed, watching Chase graduate, get married and have children. Eventually, Tim found the time where Chase landed his hands on the book. "He took 15 years to find it? Soon, this will be the house of the Smiths."