Cassandra opened the door. As usual, the Library's transporter door opened to an actual door. She hoped it was one of relevance. It was a hotel janitor closet. "Ok, I can work with this." She threw on a uniform and started to walk the halls. "Jahil Rivera, are you here?" she asked out loud. Cassandra had a unique power. The young redhead's mind worked on a different level, creating imagery that only she could see. As a member of the Librarians, she used her power to solve mathematical puzzles. She could also map out entire buildings (so she could easily find her way out.) But Cassandra needed to know if the ghost of Jahil Rivera made it through the portal with her. "Do you know this place?"

"I think I do," his voice was deep and masculine but with a sense of innocence and confusion. Jahil appeared next to her, his ghostly form was transparent, much like Cass's usual visions.

"This is where Ayanna Floyd stayed when her father first kicked her off the record label."

"Oh, perfect," Cass replied happily. She was about to take a step into the hallway when she felt a solid arm tackle her.

"Cass!" It was her teammate Jacob. The Oklahoma born cowboy had always been like an overprotective big brother to her. "Seriously?"

"I didn't see any volunteers," she said sweetly.

"Because you darted out the door!" Jacob growled. He looked around, there were more than a few security cameras at the upscale hotel. "We need to get out of here and make an actual plan."

Cass had to admit he was correct. Unless... "Did Ezekiel come with you?" If the team's tech expert was there, their quest to locate Ayanna Floyd would be much easier.

"No, he's back at headquarters," Jacob sighed. "We don't even know where we are."

"Jahil does," she pointed out. "He's here!"

Jacob's demeanor did not change. "That doesn't change the fact that we need a plan."

Suddenly the elevator opened and a team of three armed security guards started to look around. "According to the camera footage, that redhead girl should be around here someplace."

Jacob uttered a swearword before pulling Cass to the fire exit. They made it to the side alleyway, before casually walking to the sidewalk.

Cass ran straight into a tall girl with long black hair.

"Oh, God I'm so sorry," the girl said, as she tripped, dropping her bag.

To Cassandra, this girl seemed shy, timid but undeniably beautiful. "My fault entirely." Cassandra locked eyes with the girl and smiled. "Simone?"

"Do I know you?"

The word had not come from Cassandra but from the ghost of Jahil as he passed his hand through her. He took a step back before speaking again. "Simone is my god-daughter. But she probably thinks you know her name from her work with Motown records."

"I'm an old friend of Jahil Riveria and I'm such a huge fan of your work, Simone," Cassandra said.

Simone to smiled. "Jahil, he was a good man. Are you here to visit him?"

"Yes, I am, my name is Cassie and this is Jacob, my-" Cass paused with a smirk, "my bodyguard."

Jacob rolled his eyes. "Cassie is kind of a big deal."

"Oh, ok," Simone said with a nod. It was clear she was trying to think of an excuse to walk away from the awkward interaction.

Jahil whispered in Cassie's ear. "Ask her about Angel."

"How's Angel?" Cassie blurted out a little too casually. She could already see Simone's pained expression.

"Angel's gone."

Jahil's ghost touched Cassie's shoulder. "My nephew's gone?"

Cass knew he wanted to meld with her, to speak to this Simone girl using his own words. But in his current state, there was a real possibility she would lose control of the situation. And since she was not used to channeling the dead, that was not a risk she was willing to take. "I'm so sorry. When did that happen?"

Simone walked to a nearby wall since there was no place to sit. She looked to the sky as if to pray. "I don't want to talk about my husband." It was clear by her expressions that wave after wave of memories were flooding her mind. Simone sank to her knees, holding her head in her hands like someone with a migraine headache. "I mean, I don't even know you."

Cass took a seat beside Simone while Jacob stood to the side. She was always better at the emotional stuff. "That's not the main reason, you don't want to talk about Angel," Cassie's voice went soft as she reached for Simone's hand, "When Jahil died, you were there. Weren't you?"

Simone nodded.

"Angel wanted to say goodbye but he was too late."

"Are you a psychic?" Simone asked with a laugh.

"As much of a psychic as the ones who make it on TV are."

"Well, you're good. Whatever you are," Simone chuckled. "When Jahil died there had been issues. Mainly one issue; keeping Angel under contract. That was the music industry; contracts that keep musicians like trading cards. But thing is, Jahil was cutting his people loose. He wanted to do the right thing and..." Simone blinked tears from her eyes.

"And?" Cassandra asked.

"And I don't know, I just don't know. Over this past few months, I've been through some shit. I can't help but think back to happier times. Jahil was a conman, a liar and an addict but he worked his ass off to make me and my sister's dreams come true. I can't help but think about what would have happened if Jahil had survived that bullet. Would he have changed? Would he have gotten clean? Even with Ayanna Floyd..." Simone's lips parted into a genuine smile at the mention of the name.

"You were close friends with Ayanna Floyd," Cassandra said out loud as more of a statement than a question.

"Jahil told you that?"

"He told me a lot of things." Cass only then realized that she never explained how exactly she knew Jahil during his life.

"So, you knew Jahil from rehab or something?" Simone asked.

Cassandra's eyes lit up. With her experience in the medical field (and mental institutions) 'rehab' was a story she could roll with. "Yeah, something like that."

"Jahil Rivera and Ayanna Floyd; they were two broken, really messed up people. But sometimes, under the right circumstances, fate can take two things that are broken beyond repair and combine them to make something beautiful."

"I guess the world will never know the kind of man Jahil could have been."

Simone nodded sadly. "It's a real shame."

"Do you know where I can find Ayanna Floyd?" Cassandra asked. "I kinda want to meet her."

"Start by finding Jahil," Simone said as she stood up, "the legendary Miss Floyd won't be far."

Jahil's grave; that was the plan.