Angel Dust was sitting boredly in the new hotel's lobby, looking after you. You were a good friend to Angel Dust, always tagging along with him, Husk, sometimes Niffty, and Cherri Bomb when they'd go out drinking. So, it was the least he could do to stay with you when you regressed. He reached one of his four arms down to boop your nose while he scrolled through Sinstagram on his phone to catch up on more turf wars going on in the ring.