Lewis had flown as far as he could from the hotel. He found himself a perch on a tall skyscraper in the Northern side of the pentagram. He had sobbed himself out, and was now drinking from his flask, thinking. He stared out at the city in front of him. After a little while, he heard the sound of beating wings, and the sound of a light body daintily landing behind him.

"Susan?" He didn't even look behind him.

"You know, I'm never gonna get used to that weird fuckin' super scent you have their." She responded, quickly hopping over to sit down beside him. "What's up."

Lew hesitantly glanced up at her quickly, before taking a long swig from his flask. "Nothing." He responded flatly. Unfortunately Susan had the chance to notice the tear marks on his face.

"Have you been… crying?" She asked curiously, gently grabbing him by his chin and guiding his head up to look her in the eye.

"How would you know?" Lew gently moved her hands off his chin and pushed them back to her.

"Your fur preserves tears well," she said matter of factly.

"So what if I was?" Lew responded, somewhat aggressively.

"Nothing! It's just that- what… what's wrong?" She looked at him with concern in her eyes.

Lew smirked sadly, looked away from her, and went back to staring straight ahead. "I ain't drunk enough to talk about that yet."

Susan giggled slightly at his response. "I'm pretty sure if I get you drunk enough for an actual answer, you'll just end up forgetting why you were upset."

The two both chuckled.

Lew thru his flask back and chugged the whole thing, as Sue just stared in awe. He put it back into his jacket and coughed.

"Jesus, you drunk enough yet?" Susan looked at him nervously.

"Nah," he responded, grimacing as he rode thru the disgusting taste of the alcohol, "To be fair I don't really want to talk about it period."

"You sure?" Sue looked at him concerned.

"Yes, I think so."

"Okay." Susan adjusted her seating position to let her legs dangle off the building. "It's a kinda nice view; you know, despite it being Hell and all."

"Yes," Lew replied, scanning the distance, "Yes, I suppose it is."

Sue put her hand on his shoulder. "You know, if you ever need somebody to talk to, I'm always here."

"Sure," Lewis replied matter of factly. It was hard to tell whether he was being sarcastic or not. Susan slit her eyes, looking at him suspiciously.

"'Kay." Sue looked off into the distance. "You wanna be left alone?"

"Yeah I… I think so." He replied.

"Okay." Sue stood up, looking back at him with concern. "I'll see you later then."

"Ditto."

Sue spread her wings, and took a small hop off the side of the building, banking up just before hitting the ground. Lew smiled at her as she flew off. Unfortunately for him, the alcohol was beginning to kick in.

"Was I supposed to be somewhere," Lew mumbled to himself, drooling as he stared into space. It then dawned on him that he had bailed out of the Happy Hotel like an hour and a half ago; they probably had some sort of concern for we're in the Hell he was. Lewis tried to recollect why he even bailed in the first place, but just as Sue had foreseen, he was too drunk to remember. It was then that he decided it was time to go back. Unfortunately, now he was too drunk to fly right, and instead of majestically leaping off the side with his full body length, taking into the air like a Pegasus, he stumbled off the roof, falling clumsily, before managing to save himself by desperately flapping his wings like an intoxicated pigeon. With poor coordination, Lew clumsily fluttered thru the air in the general direction of the hotel.

"Charlie?" Vaggie whispered softly to her girlfriend, leaning thru the doorway. Charlie was in the two of them's room, face planted on their mattress.

"What," she groaned, muffled by the mattress.

"Uhm… you okay?"

"Do I look okay," Charlie mumbled, turning her head off the bed to face Vaggie without moving the rest of her body. Her face was covered with tear marks, and her eyes were reddened.

Vaggie walked over to her and sat next to her on the bed, looking back and stroking the side of Charlie's cheek. "I'm sorry Charlie."

Charlie sat up from the bed, before quickly laying back down again, this time on top of Vaggie's lap.

"Don't be," she said flatly, looking up at Vaggie, "You didn't do anything."

Vaggie slowly rubbed Charlie's hair. "I know, I mean- you know, about the whole Lewis thing."

Charlie sighed. "He was the first person to come here who actually wanted to be redeemed." She cuddle up closer to Vaggie's stomach. "And I chased him away."

"Don't beat yourself up. You didn't chase him away. He was just… sensitive, is all," Vaggie responded, attempting to soothe Charlie's self pitying.

"Maybe…" Charlie pulled her legs up to her chin and curled into a ball, "But… but what if he was the only one who was interested."

"Alright, don't be crazy. I'm sure that's not true." Vaggie said calmly to her, brushing a piece of hair from her eyes.

"How can you be sure though?" Charlie looked up at her with sad eyes.

"There are literally infinite sinners!" She exclaimed, "Somebody probably just died now! Besides, most people aren't fantastic, so he probably wound up down here. With all of these people… some have to want redemption. And I'm sure those people will come here, and we can help them."

Charlie took a deep breath. "Yeah, I guess so…" Vaggie leaned down and pecked her on the cheek. Just then, a loud thump came from outside of the front of the hotel. Charlie immediately launched up from Vaggie's lap, accidentally slamming her in the jaw.

"Mierda!" Vaggie shouted, rubbing her bruised chin.

"Oh god! Sorry!"

"It's fine." Vaggie continued to rub her chin. "Just go check the door."

As Charlie opened the front door, there he was: Lewis, laying on his back on the doorstep, rubbing his forehead.

"Ding, ding, ding! Good morning!"

"Lewey!" Charlie ran over to him on the ground and hugged him. She could smell alcohol on his breath. She pulled away from the hug, and held her hands on his shoulders. "Have you been drinking?" Instead of a response, Lew simply reach out with his wing hands, grabbed her cheeks, and began to play with them.

"What are you doing?" Charlie replied with a confused expression.

"Hmm," Lew began, continuing to squish Charlie's cheeks, "You're cheeks have the same consistency as cinnamon rolls."

"You're drunk aren't you?" Charlie responded, slowly moving Lew's hands off of her cheeks.

"Oh yeah, totally! Otherwise I wouldn't have let you hug me!" He responded, patting her on the head. "Oh, could you wait here a minute? I need to go throw up violently." He said, stumbling to the side of the porch.

"Um-" Charlie tried to respond, cut off by the disturbing sound of Lew's vomiting. Vaggie walked up behind Charlie, peering out the door.

"Who is- oh son of a bitch!" She shouted, as she observed Lew's explosive puking. After a couple seconds he finished, stumbling a bit, before he collapsed unconscious on the step.