Robert hadn't remembered how he died. But he was pretty sure he must have, because he was sure this was his own personal version of hell. He was stuck in a woman's body; that seemed like justice for all the misogynist comments he had made over the years. What he couldn't figure out was why these really uncomfortable shoes were stuck on his feet. Maybe this wasn't hell. Maybe he had just inexplicably swapped bodies with this woman and he just couldn't figure out how to get out of these shoes. Regardless, he couldn't feel much worse, and he started to trudge toward the door, hoping there'd be someone close enough to give him some answers.