Day 1
There was a sense of unease in the air, even though it was The Good Place. Surely, everyone belonged here! Everyone was good! Surely, this being The Good Place meant that everyone was good ... right? Or maybe there were some who would benefit from the removal of others, but not everyone?
She somehow found herself back at her house that night, safely tucked in despite having to navigate the ledge that seemed like it should be stairs but wasn't. As she drifted off to sleep, she mumbled to herself "The Good Place is good, but not all good is good? Some good is bad? Incompatible?"
If she had a headache the next morning - a hangover in The Good Place - she was going to be FORKING annoyed.