Emily then recalled that it hadn't been but a few more years after their first meeting that Syndrome had come back, ironically, on her last day before the company closed down. He strode in with a fashion designer's dream model; tall, curvy, tan, slivery blond hair, and gorgeous jade green eyes. He had told the new company manager, who had just recently replaced Hocke, that he would only see Emily Lockheart. Emily, of course, still had her same office, and quickly hurried them in and away from her boss.

"Sorry about that, Hank's only been here a week, and he still doesn't know how things run around here. Emily said gesturing to them to sit down.

"Hey its cool. So, um, you remember that suit you designed for me awhile back?" as Syndrome said this Emily nodded and smiled, "Well the things perfect! I don't think anyone else could have designed a cooler one, or made it more durable. But you see, the reason I came back to you is, that I'd like you to make Mirage a few things. You know, like, business suits, dresses, t-shirts and jeans-"

"So basically you want me to design a whole wardrobe for her?" Emily cut in before Syndrome had the chance to list ever article of clothing he wanted.

"Basically, but they have to be able to withstand anything you can throw at them." Mirage said with a grin.

"No problem. Clothes like those are my specialty." Emily stated with a quick glance at the clock. She remembered noticing that Syndrome had come with Mirage at about the same time he had come before, so naturally they had plenty of time. She then asked Mirage what she wanted and told her she could stand around the room if she wanted. At that notion Syndrome got up and went over to the window and crossed his arms, he gazed out onto the city with a slightly colder expression that last time though. Meanwhile mirage had moved herself to the center of Emily's office and began striking numerous mannequin poses.

During Mirage's ramblings and poses, which Emily sat through for what seemed like hours, Emily noticed Syndrome standing in all his grand sublimation at the window and began to make a small scribble of him in the bottom left hand corner of her sketchbook. Emily finally finished and stopped waiting for Mirage to shut up and stand still because she was obviously to wired to do so any time soon. Because what Mirage was doing was actually very distracting, and not helpful by any means. So Emily began to sketch out what Syndrome had asked of her, taking pride in her dress designs especially.

"So, um, would you like me to make a super suit to go along with these?" she asked as she showed her sketches to Syndrome and Mirage when she had finished.

"Thank you, but no." Mirage declined politely.

"She prefers to just wear plain clothes." Syndrome said sounding highly annoyed at that fact.

"Okay, I just thought I would ask. Just in case you know? Anyways, everything should be ready by tomorrow, and you should be able to pick it all up at the front desk. Emily told them as she escorted them out and handed her sketches to her assistant. She also could recall that Syndrome had kept glancing back over his shoulder at her on the way out too. 'Probably trying to see past the same pink side bangs I've had since his last visit' She thought to herself quietly.

Emily could also remember getting a call from Edna Mode "asking" her to intern under her for a while since the M&Ccorp. where she currently worked was closing. After she confirmed her move to Edna's mansion she had gotten the call that the company was officially closing. Emily found that very ironic, along with the next call she received from another famous Parisian fashion designer requesting her internship with him after Edna's as well. She agreed eagerly. 'At least the company gave me some awesome references' Emily thought, absent-mindedly packing the whole time she had been on the phone.