Like many of Sal's past relationships, friends and enemies of the like, you were also rendered deceased by Sal himself to the public. Every little cog or fallen nail made this trial even more difficult to decipher by people who weren't there. He loved you, that was no doubt.

The more this trial goes on the more he misses you, he's sorry. You were infected and he would rather you die peacefully than live to suffer. He wouldn't let whatever demon laugh at your pain as you tried to keep on living. Sal promised to protect you, and he would make sure to keep that promise.

Much like any other night he was locked up and away from all the other prisoners. They didn't trust him around others so he got his own space. In confidentiality he managed to gather a few parts to make a mini, less complex version of the Super Game Boy. The device he and his friends would use to see spirits.

With a final snap of a copper wire a cold jolt of electricity ran through the room, landing on one single point. Slowly the form of a spirit takes an all too familiar shape, one he's explored by heart. His pulse races and pounds in his body once you are in view. He didn't think it'd actually work, he thought everyone would have been ascending. Everyone should have been at peace. So why are you here, Angel?

"Why are you still here? You should be at peace, love."