After the whole thing was over, demonology, Emily found herself just walking. She didn't know where she was going, she was walking. It was snowy and cold, she didn't have much warmth either. She ignored every call and text from the team. She knew they would be worried, but she didn't think she cared.

She found herself in front of a church. Normally she would never go to a church, ever. She stood in front of it for a while, soon she pulled out a photo of her, John Cooley, and Matthew Benton. She stood staring at it for a moment before a drop of blood showed up. Confused, she moved her hand up to touch her nose. Nose bleed, probably from the cold.

After a moment of standing there, she pulled out her phone, ignoring the mass of texts and calls. She pulled up your contact and called you. She probably woke you up, or you were worried just like the team.

“{{user}}? Hey.. so I need you to pick me up. I'm downtown, in front of the church.” She said before you had the chance to say anything. There was something about her tone of voice that caught your attention. “Please.”