"But he left us! You said he left us right after my 2nd birthday party." Eve cried.

Bethany looked over to the corner of Eve's bedroom, where Reaper stood, unseen and unheard by Eve. The dark angel motioned for her to continue the discussion.

Bethany went on to explain to Eve about her past "marital differences" with the man Eve believed to be her father. Reaper had arranged this meeting for Bethany and Eve under the condition that Bethany not stray from the script that Amora had come up with.

Bethany would make it appear that it had been her doing as the reason Eve had never before met her father. Bethany was angry when she heard the idea, but reluctantly agreed to the terms of the agreement for the chance to see her daughter.

Reaper felt it to be an even trade.

The two women waited invisibly for the girl to wake up. They had to know if their plan had worked.

Eve woke up and looked at the locket that Bethany had given to her. Finally, the girl seemed to understand.

"Alright mom," she said out loud to herself, "Show me the way back to my father."

Eve then went downstairs for breakfast, with her broken heart on the mend.

"That went well, the girl isn't half as stubborn as I feared." Reaper said to Bethany.

The angel sat down in front of Eve's desk and began looking through her purse. Bethany smoothed the covers of Eve's bed and sat down; she watched the bizarre picture of the Angel of Death curiously try to apply some of her daughter's lip-gloss.

Bethany rolled her eyes and sighed. When had her life become so nutty?

"So, what is she going to do now?" she asked.

"The last scion will find Metatron, and all will be forgiven, it must be." Reaper said.

"Metatron knows about your plan, though, doesn't he?"

"Amora is explaining it to him as we speak. I'll show you." Reaper snapped her fingers and in an instant, Bethany found herself in a motel room.

Reaper was at her left, Metatron and Amora right in front of her. Bethany stared at Metatron. He looked the same; same dark brown, spiky hair, same hazel eyes and the same smirking mouth.

He was also different somehow; whenever she ad seen him before his skin had been disturbingly pale, but now that he was a man, he had blood in his veins-his pallid skin was now returned to color. His posture was different, he was still taller than her, but he seemed...less imposing now that his wings were gone.

Once he saw her, he smiled. "Hello Bethany,"

'Thank God his voice stayed the same!' she thought.

"Hi Metatron...um, so you know what's going on, right?" she asked awkwardly.

"Oh, yes, Amora here just finished explaining."

"Oh, good..."

"Bethany I'm sorry I didn't tell you-"

"No, Metatron, I shouldn't have been angry-"

Both Metatron and Bethany began to apologize at the same time.

"Friends?" Metatron asked.

"Always." Bethany said as she moved forward and they hugged.

"Okay you two, I'm glad you've made up, but there is the more pressing matter of Eve, is there not?" Amora asked.

"Yes, I think I should head over there now." Metatron said as he moved to the door.

"And we should be heading back," Reaper said as she grasped Bethany by the elbow. Though she was dead, she didn't have the angels' ability to go back and forth from Heaven and earth at will. She could only be taken to one place or another.

"Metatron?" she said.

"Yes Bethany?"

"Good luck, take care of my girl." Bethany said as tears threatened to spill down her cheeks.

Metatron gave a small smile. "You know I will."

He then turned and went out the door, intent on meeting Eve.