In an instant, the pair was outside a church-the same church where Bethany had taken Eve for years. Metatron was still terribly sore, which now that his mind was clearing up, he found to be very odd.

"Amora?" he asked.

The young blonde seraphim stood beside him on the street, still dressed in her robes with her wings folded neatly behind her. He assumed that she had made them both invisible to passerby.

"Why did the whole process hurt so much? I was watching when Bartleby and Loki became human, they didn't go through any pain at all."

Amora watched as he sat down on a bench, it seemed that even standing up for an extended amount of time took a great effort.

"You would've been spared all that pain had you changed to a mortal while on Earth. You chose to change while in Heaven. Mortals don't belong there; you had to be forcibly removed from that realm. Taken back to Earth, where you belong."

"Remind me never to do that again." He muttered.

"Metatron, this was not a wise decision." Amora said nervously.

"I'm starting to believe that with every passing second." He replied.

"Where is the scion? We must find her."

"I don't really know where she'd be right now," Metatron said as he started walking down the block. Amora followed him. "But we can try going by the house," he suggested.

"Lead the way." Amora said.

Eve felt hollowed out from all her crying. She had watched her mother die in the front yard. Jay's CPR and the paramedics hadn't done a thing to help, and it was all Eve's fault.

I should have reacted faster, I should have yelled out louder, I should've called the police first before explaining to Bob what happened. Mom I'm so sorry! Eve silently screamed.

The funeral was over, Bethany was buried. Eve was alone.

Well.

Not alone; Jay and Bob, once only clownish but much loved neighbors were now her legal guardians. With Eve's grandmother gone there was no one else up for the job.

No sooner did someone mention it, did Jay and Bob rush to sign all the forms. She loved them all the more for it too.

Eve sat on the couch, her body limp and drained from exhaustion. There were flowers and sympathy cards all over the place from her friends at school. The telephone was left off the hook because she was so tired of having her friends call to help her.

As if they could! No amount of "I'm so sorry" and "She's in a better place" was going to make her feel any better. Jay and Bob had done their best, but they were feeling her pain, Bethany was their friend for so long.

Eve wanted to be alone for a while so she asked Jay and Bob to go fetch her something to eat (never mind the fact that she wasn't the least bit hungry and had no intention of eating anything they brought back for her).

Jay and Bob were happy to do anything for her, and they left out the front door immediately.

That's when they saw Metatron.

Jay had just slipped on his beanie hat as Bob locked the door behind them. They started down the front steps and Jay intended to fill the silence on the walk to the store.

"It's such a motherfuckin' shame, man."

Bob just nodded.

"Bethany was only 45, can you believe that shit? Only 45 and drops dead of a fuckin' heart attack. Didn't I tell ya? Didn't I tell ya the whole fuckin' world was against us?!" Jay yelled-not at Bob but to the sky.

Bob shuffled along beside him, not bothering to say anything. He was just as angry, just as hurt and upset about Bethany's sudden death-but there was Eve to think about, he couldn't dwell on his own feelings forever.

Jay scowled, "And what the Hell are we gonna do about Eve, man?! I love the kid, but let's be honest, we're no role mod-"

Bob stopped walking and put his arm out to stop Jay's rambling. He pointed to a figure coming up the street towards them. Bob looked at Jay and they both scowled.

"Holy shit, if it isn't the motherfuckin' Voice, just the rat bastard I've been waitin' for." Jay said as he cracked his knuckles. Bob nodded and stared ahead as the man they knew to be an angel kept walking towards them.

Amora had followed Metatron to the corner of Grove and Melrose, but he'd assured her that he was feeling much better-"I'm 100 percent, really...well, er, maybe more like 85 percent, but I'll be fine."- and could handle the situation. The truth, of course, was that he wanted to be alone for a few minutes.

He hadn't had enough time to think it all through. 'Great idea, having Reaper chop off your wings in heaven you stupid git!!! Go through all that pain and now what? Just walk up to her and say 'Daddy's home'?

Metatron had been lost in his thoughts as he slowly made his way up the block to the Sloane house. So lost that he never saw the attack coming.

"You fuckin' fake!"

Metatron looked up and saw a fist flying straight at him. "Agh!"

Jay had socked him right in the nose. Metatron clutched his face, blood seeping from in between his fingers. As he was bent over, Bob ran up and shoved him.

Metatron was sprawled on the ground with a bloody nose. "Oh, it's you two, to what do I own the pleasure?" he asked angrily.

"You fuckin' let Bethany die, what kind of angel are you?" Jay sneered.

"I didn't let anyone die. I did everything in my power to stop it," Metatron said.

Bob and Jay looked at each other suspiciously for a moment, and then Bob gave Metatron a hand up. As he stood before them, breathing hard, sweating, bleeding from the nose-something clicked in their stoner heads.

"Hey, angel, are you okay?" Jay asked.

Metatron winced as he gingerly touched his face. "No I'm not ok, what do you think?"

"What the Hell happened to you?"

"I...I'm not myself," Metatron said.

"This angel ain't makin' no sense," Jay muttered to Bob. "I think he's been hittin' the Bacardi."

"Stop calling me that!" Metatron suddenly burst out.

"Stop calling you what?"

"Angel! Stop calling me an angel!"

"Why the fuck not?"

"Because I'm not an angel anymore, I haven't been for a whole hour." Metatron said, his voice choking slightly.

"What the hell are you talkin' about?" Jay demanded.

Metatron's nose stopped bleeding and he took a deep breath. "I an not an angel anymore. I chose to become human, a mortal man, so that I could live here on Earth."

Jay was still angry, "Oh you want a vacation from all that hard work of sittin' on your ass while people die? Where were you when Bethany was dying on the front yard?!

Metatron took a deep breath, "Jay, I understand how you feel. You're angry, frustrated, hurt, sad, I know. But now isn't a time to worry for her, we must do for Eve."

Jay looked disgusted, "Do Eve? Hell no, she ain't even legal yet you sick fuck!"

Metatron sighed, "Glad to know that your intentions for the girl are as platonic as my own."

The trio turned back toward the Sloane house.

"Metatron."

Reaper has appeared in front of them, in her human appearance.

"Now who's this bitch?" Jay demanded, his frustration overwhelming-how many more weird things would he have to put up with today?!

"She's not a bitch...she's not even a real woman." Metatron said.

"Oh no, not again."

"Metatron," Reaper said, "What are you planning to do?"

"You already know. I've come to see Eve, don't try to stop me now."

Reaper looked down to the ground, and then back up to him. "I wasn't going to. I just...I was just wondering if you needed any help."

Metatron looked down at his hand-it was near covered in drying blood. The front of his shirt was wrinkled and bloody. He was a mess.

"Well, I could use some cleaning up..."

Reaper smiled, "No problem." She snapped her fingers and in an instant, Metatron's clothes had changed from the rumpled, bloody clothes to a fresh clean navy blue suit.

He wasn't wearing a hoodie.

His hair and face were clean, and he was feeling much better. Metatron looked at Reaper, who seemed very, very sad. "Thank you." He said.

She shrugged, "Couldn't have you greet the scion looking like that."

They all moved forward towards the house where Eve waited inside. Reaper disappeared, leaving Metatron, Jay and Bob all standing just outside the doorway.

Bob unlocked the door and let it swing open.

As Jay crossed his arms and simply scowled, Bob turned to face Metatron, "Go on inside, she's been waiting for you."

Metatron stepped into the house.