By the time their eyes had adjusted, everyone had become startled as to where they were located. All in a room, full of people they haven't seen in awhile. 

Hamilton stared to his side, Betsy seated near him. He reach to her, holding her hand. "Are you alright?" He whispered, pushing her hair back out of her face. 

"I am..." She whispered, settling gently into her husband's touch. 

He glanced around again, seeing his children sitting peacefully on a mat nearby. They seemed as lost, but had begun talking, Philip gladly holding his siblings close. He smiled at this, seeing Philip play with Angie again. Philip looked nineteen, Angie looked seventeen.  

Hamilton froze, knowing it's because she stopped aging mentally at seventeen. His heart sank at the thought. The rest of his children appeared to be the age they were when they had lost innocence and died inside. Unfortunately, they all looked relatively young. 

Though, how were they here?

Betsy, the children, and himself, but who else? He stood up, glancing into the room over, seeing two familiar faces. John Laurens, and Marquis. They were wrapped in an embrace, and he swore he could see them crying. They were here... John and Laf, after all those years apart, he can see them again!

He hurried into the room, kneeling beside the two. He wrapped each into a tight hug, looking them over as if they'd disappear again. "John... Laf!"

"Alexander... You're here- you're..." The blonde stuttered, looking over the redhead. "You don't look a day over twenty..."

"And you don't look a day over twenty-one..." Alexander teased, pulling the man into a tight hug. 

Lafayette smiled at the two. "It's so lovely to see you both... I am surprised! But, Alexander, Monsieur, do you know where we are?"

The man looked around the furnished room, brows furrowed as he tried to make out where they were. "I'm unsure... Is this some form of afterlife?"

Laurens snorted. "Hardly," He commented, palms flat on the ground, blue eyes scanning the ceiling. "I don't think so, at least..." He glanced around, though he cringed when a woman and a younger girl walked in. He stood up, arms crossed behind his back. 

Hamilton stared at the woman. Short, but polite-mannered. He stood as well, joining behind Laurens. In his peripheral, he saw Lafayette stand and leave the room.  

"Martha."

"John," The woman returned the cold tone. "I don't know why I thought I'd go without seeing you here. You abandoned-" She inhaled sharply, and looked away. "Never mind. It was requested I not start any problems. Come Frances, let's leave your dad alone." She ushered the little girl. Laurens reach out, quick to catch the woman. 

"Who asked you to not start conflict?"

"They'll talk to you soon, now... Please, for our daughter's sake. Leave." She requested, pulling Frances away. Laurens retracted his hand, biting his bottom lip. He supposed he deserved that. Though, his gaze met Hamilton's and he sighed. 

"I suppose that was an awful introduction. She is a sweet woman once you grow to know her. Never my type. Pitied her far too much to leave her while she was pregnant." Laurens groaned, walking over to some seating. he slumped down, staring to the ceiling. "What kind of purgatory is this anyway?"

"Glad you asked!" The voice came cheerfully. A figure stepped in, dressed in similar clothing to what both men wore in life. A nice vest, ruffled shirt, overcoat, and breeches. They seemed to complete the look with a cocked hat. "Welcome, welcome. I know this entrance seems relatively absurd... And I'm sure you've greeted a few people by now. Hamilton, you saw most of your family, Laurens..." They frowned a bit, looking over their shoulder. "You got to talk with Martha. How did that go?"

Laurens pushed himself off the seat, searching for words. "Who... are you?"

"Gah! Introductions. Pardon that, I must seem rather rude. I'm Skeeter. I hold an occupation of a writer to some extant, an artist in others. A pleasure to meet the lot of you."

"Skeeter?" Hamilton smiled. "As in... A Mosquito?"

There was an agitated look that crossed their expression. "Leave out the semantics, please?"

"Right, my apologies." 

"As I've said, you've had time to reacquaint and talk with various people. But, that is not your only purpose. I do not know your familiarity with anything that's going on, but I am here to answer any questions that you may have surrounding what we are doing today."

Laurens and Hamilton glanced to one another, eyes locking for a brief period.

"How are we here?"

"Ah! A familiar question!" They clapped. "Well, unlike most other ideas that could be sparking, this is not some work of magic or time travel... As a matter of fact, you have been shifted to another plane of existence to an extent.  A universe created through thought and brought to life at my willpower. Most would excuse it as imagination, but you're here, are you not?"

Hamilton fixed his gaze on the person before him. "... But... Wouldn't time be passing in the actual world?"

"Nope! For time is not passing here. We're in a state of utter pause. Where we exist with little to no explanation. It's a hard concept to grasp, but it works. While we're here, the state of the actual world has no effect, as if I never existed, but I am still there. Nothing moves, and nobody is relatively conscious to my existence in the Earthly plane. I could be in here for the equivalent of days and no time would be passing when I decide to leave."

"That's impossible."

"Precisely!" They laughed now, walking over. "In my mind, in this universe I have created, even those who are dead can pass through it. It's like a gateway masterfully laid out to preform such task."

"That's brilliant!" Laurens intervened, amused by the idea that something like such was possible. He approached the shorter figure, looking down to them. "Then surely, there is a reason that we are here." 

Hamilton placed a hand on his shoulder, intrigued by the idea as well. "What are we here for?"

"Well, I brought you all here to show you how things have changed over the years." They explained, dusting their coat. "I'm from the year 2022. I have brought you all from death, and hopefully, I can explain to you some extant of what things have changed. And perhaps, show you a couple odds and ins that have been written, performed, or even talked of you all and the things you have done." 

Alexander's eyes widened. 2022? That's completely absurd! There is surely no way that is possible, is there? Though, with the things already happening, who is to question this?

Laurens tilted his head. "How many people are here?"

"As many as there needs to be." They smiled now, turning to walk to the next door. "Make yourselves comfortable boys, I will return later after I go over the ideas with a few more people."

Laurens nodded, adjusting himself to where he'd look serious. Hamilton smiled, fixing his posture as well. Laurens truly hadn't meant to break away from his seriousness, but he had been intrigued by the idea. Hamilton, on the other hand, his thoughts were still jumbled as he tried to comprehend this 'Skeeter' fella and their purpose. 

"Laurens?"

Laurens perked a brow. 

"I really don't know how this will go." 

"Neither do I, but... I'm intrigued to see where it may end up."

Hamilton hummed quietly, moving to sit down. He stared off into the distance... Perhaps this could be interesting.