Doctor Linda Martin, psychiatrist to accountants and lawyers, actors and actresses, angels and demons, looked at the screen as her current patient struggled to control his anger. She tried to push her thoughts into the background, so she could better focus on her patient's needs. Remote therapy was not easy, not at all.

"… and then she slammed the door! She just walked out and slammed the door behind her, and what was I supposed to do after that?"

Linda heard the inflection of a question being asked. She tried to recall what he'd just said. "And … did she tell you why she was leaving you?"

"No. Not a word."

"Chuck, do you think you know why she left you?"

"Not … not really."

He was in denial. She should push a little bit. "Not really? No clue? None whatsoever?"

"Well, I guess she might have been mad about the affair. But c'mon! It was just a one-night stand. It meant nothing." His voice was indignant. He was losing control over his emotions. That was a good sign, under the circumstances.

Linda nodded. Here we go. "I hear that the affair didn't mean anything to you. It was just sex. I understand. But … do you think it might have meant something to Janice? Do you think it might have caused her pain?"

"I don't see why it would have upset her. She never reacted that way before when she found out about the others."

"Ahh. So there were others."

"Yeah, sure. But they didn't mean anything either. Look, Dr. Martin, this is Hollywood. Janice knows how the business works. Lots of young women, looking to get ahead. Sometimes they offer an … inducement. It was just business. Janice knew that."

Don't judge. Don't put him on the defensive. "Do you think she knew all that when she agreed to marry you?"

Chuck's face reflected frustration. She wasn't sure if the frustration was with her—because of the question she'd just asked him—or with himself for continuing to make decisions that caused his wife pain. She waited for an answer.

"Well, she should have known. She knew what I did for a living!"

Linda nodded. The frustration was not directed inwards. He was blaming everybody else but himself. "And so, because she knew how Hollywood works, you believe she shouldn't have expected a monogamous relationship, is that right?

Chuck nodded vigorously. "Exactly!" He felt vindicated. That feeling is not going to last long, she thought. I'm going to push him to an epiphany.

"And did the two of you ever discuss this aspect of your marriage? Were you both clear that it was going to be an 'open marriage'?"

"Well … not exactly. Not in those terms. But she should have known!"

"Okay. I hear you saying that she shouldn't have expected you to be monogamous. But what about you? Were you okay with Janice having affairs, as well?

Bingo! His face turned red. "She better not have slept around!"

"And why is that?"

"Because … because, well, just because." His face was contorted with rage at the thought of his wife with somebody else. She wondered how long it would take for him to make the connection between his feelings and the feelings of his soon-to-be ex-wife.

Linda nodded. "I see." She waited.

His face continued to stay bright red. It was not a good look for him. She absently wondered whether he might stroke out, and she was surprised by the thought. That wasn't like her! Upon reflection, she found that she didn't care whether he stroked-out or not. That was also not like her. She was supposed to have empathy, to care for her patients and their well-being. What was going on today?

She came back to the here-and-now, belatedly realizing that her patient was still speaking to her, angry at the unfairness of a universe where decisions had consequences.

"Look, Dr. Martin. I see what you're doing here."

"Oh, and what is that?"

"You're trying to make me feel guilty about a couple of one-night stands with some actress wannabes."

"Chuck, I'm not trying to make you feel anything. All we're doing here is exploring—"

"You can forget it! I'm done here. I'm done with you!" And with that, the screen went dead. Session ended from the other side.

Linda sighed. Yet another challenge with remote therapy … Still, the early termination was a relief. She made some notes about the session, and wondered whether Chuck would schedule another one. Honestly, she hoped he didn't. Chuck the serial adulterer … was a dick.

I'm so judgey today! That's not like me. Maybe she needed to take a break from therapy for a while, until she could regain some professional detachment.

Little Charlie chose that moment to wake up and start crying.

Linda closed her laptop screen and went to see her infant son. Yep. Diaper change time. Followed by an afternoon feeding. Then maybe a walk in the nearby park.

She sighed again. Change the baby. Feed the baby. This was her life right now: part-time therapist, full-time mom. All on her own with very little sleep and very little support.

Sure, Amenadiel tried to help. And he did actually help, a little. He would come over and take Charlie on a walk. Sometimes he'd babysit and give her a few hours of respite to shop, or get her nails done, or just sleep. She appreciated him for his efforts. But his efforts just weren't enough. Oh, well, she thought. Mother's burden.

After Charlie had been taken care of, Linda remembered to check her phone. She had muted it during session, of course. She was surprised to see the Chloe Decker had left her a message. It had been weeks since they'd last talked.

She tapped the icon and Chloe's voice came out of the speaker. "Hey, Linda. Hope you are doing well. … I kind of need a favor, if you don't mind. I asked Ella to come over to Lux for drinks tomorrow night, and I'm kind of nervous about it. She's going to ask me a bunch of questions, questions for which she's not ready to hear answers. And I don't want to lie to her. So maybe if you can come over too, we can both figure out what to tell her and … what not to tell her. Anyway, give me a call back if you can come over. Thanks."

Linda thought about Chloe's message. She would love to see her again. Lucifer, too. And if Ella had questions, so did she. Amenadiel had been closed-mouthed about what had happened between Lucifer and Michael and their battle for godhood. Obviously, Lucifer had won in the end. "Obviously," because humanity was still here and not extinct. Just the fact that Chloe could call was an indication that everything had worked out. But how?

Amenadiel hadn't given many details about the actual confrontation. She knew him pretty well—after all, he was the father of her baby. It wasn't like him to be so reticent with her; almost as if he was afraid to say too much. Which was weird, because she already knew so much—more than nearly anybody else in the world—about celestial politics and the competition to replace God. She knew that, if Lucifer won, he was going to become God. Literally God.

So why had Amenadiel been so evasive about how Lucifer had won?

Linda decided she needed to see Chloe and get the answers to her questions. She'd ask Amenadiel to babysit Charlie tomorrow night, and she'd arrive at Lux early enough to have a frank conversation with Chloe.

She loved Charlie, she really did. But it would be so nice to have real adult conversations with real adult people who weren't self-absorbed patients of hers! She'd been lonely these past few weeks, and conversation, laughter, and alcohol were the prescribed remedy.

It would be just what the doctor ordered.