Azrael: "Are you back again? I thought you were leaving."
Emily: "I'm not letting you take Mary's soul."
Azrael: "Here we go again…"

Emily: "Where is she?"
Azrael: "I sent her away already."
Emily: "You did what?"

Azrael sighed heavily and rubbed his forehead. He could feel a headache coming on.

Azrael: "Emily, Mary isn't here anymore. Can you just please go back? Your soul isn't bound here anymore, there's no reason for you to be hanging around."
Emily: "You bastard!"
Azrael: "What…?"

Before he was aware what was happening, Emily had launched herself across the room. In the blink of an eye he felt her fist connecting with his face, the action stunning him far more than the impact. He was only just able to avoid her second swing, ducking out of the way and coming up behind her. In a gentle but firm motion, he grabbed her shoulders and forced her to sit in a chair. She was positively fuming, her eyes blazing with hatred.

Azrael: "Ok, I respect the guts that took, but why on earth did you do it?"
Emily: "You sent my best friend away! She means everything to me, and you just tear her away from me like it's nothing!"

Azrael stared at Emily in utter confusion, trying to figure out if there were lasting side effects from being in limbo.

Azrael: "I sent her out of my office. I can only assume she went off to find you and Angsty McAngster. Aren't you people ever happy?"
Emily: "You did what?"
Azrael: "Her soul is free to go as well. Honestly I just want you people as far away from me as possible. You're giving me a migraine."

Emily: "But… how? Why?"
Azrael: "You're causing the blood vessels in my brain to constrict. It's rather uncomfortable."
Emily: "What? I mean how did Mary get to go free?"

Azrael: "Sorry, can't tell you. Client confidentiality and all that."
Emily: "Then it's all over."
Azrael: "Not quite. You people seem to really like my office. Maybe I should change the décor."

Emily: "It could use a few throw pillows."
Azrael: "Miss Laine?"
Emily: "Yeah?"
Azrael: "Good bye."

Azrael lightly touched Emily's forehead for the second time that day, and in a silent flash of sodium light he was alone in his office again.