Amenadiel had to repeat himself several times before the words could penetrate through Chloe's thick cloud of disbelief. She somehow found herself lying down on the couch with Linda next to her and Amenadiel brooding in the corner, clearly lost in his own thoughts.

Chloe sat up suddenly. "What happened?" she asked a little too loudly.

Linda pushed her down with a gentle hand. "You fainted, Chloe. I think you should lay back down."

Chloe let herself relax into the cushions. Why had she fainted? What had just happened?

Then it hit her like a on of bricks.

Lucifer wasn't ever going to come back.

She was never going to see him again.

"Are you sure he's not coming back?" she found herself asking Amenadiel, her voice sounding soft and childish.

"I'm sure," he said gravely, still not looking away from the corner. "Lucifer doesn't lie."

Chloe reached up a tired arm to wipe the snot pouring out of her nose. "But what exactly did he say?"

Amenadiel looked at her with a pained expression. "He said, and I quote, 'I'm never going to go back to Earth. Trust me.'"

"But Maze said…" Chloe began, confused.

"Maze was mistaken," Linda butted in. "Nobody knows what Lucifer will choose to do besides himself. Because this choice is ultimately up to him."

"No…" Chloe whispered, then found some strength back in her voice. "He didn't have a choice. He was forced to go back, forced to stay here forever."

"He chose to sacrifice himself to save all of us," Linda said softly. "And we must remember him for that choice, and respect his wishes. If he says that he's not coming back, he's not coming back."

"It can't be," Chloe said. "I don't believe it."

"You just need to move on, Chloe," Amenadiel said, his voice full of pain. "We all do."

"Mmmm… I think it might be more important for Chloe to express her emotions and deal with the pain that she's experiencing before she is able to truly move on," Linda explained.

"You're the expert," said Amenadiel before staring into the corner once more.

"Can you bring things to Hell?" Chloe asked bleakly.

Amenadiel turned back towards her. "Material objects, yes. Like my clothing, thankfully."

"Can you bring him a note from me?"

Amenadiel exchanged glances with Linda, as though looking for her approval. When she didn't say anything, he sighed. "I suppose so."

Chloe sat up. "Thank you, Amenadiel."

He forced a smile onto his face. "No problem."

"I have an idea," said Linda. "How about we all write a note for Lucifer, and put them all in a box along with some gifts for him? That way he knows that we all still care about him, and we can all get some closure."

Chloe nodded. "Yeah, that's a great idea. I'll go get everyone to write him something. Can I bring the box to you tomorrow?" she asked Amenadiel.

"Sure," he said, his expression still full of pain.

"And we'll both write something too," Linda added as Chloe bounded towards the door, full of a new sense of purpose.

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

"Ella!" Chloe burst into the forensics lab, waving a piece of paper and a pencil high above her head.

Ella clutched at her heart. "You almost gave me a heart attack!" But then she raced forward and embraced her friend. "I'm so glad you're feeling better, Chloe! Dan and I were so worried about you?"

"Dan was worried about me?" she asked, but then quickly remembered what she had come for. "I'm still not ready to go back to work, but I was wondering if you could do me a quick favor."

"Yeah, sure," Ella said. "But what do you mean, you're not ready to go back to work? The Chloe I know would never let anything get in the way of her job."

"Yeah, I know," she said. "But I'll be back soon, okay?"

"Okay…" Ella said. "So what's the favor?"

Chloe handed her the paper and pencil. "Could you write a note to Lucifer for me?"

Ella smiled. "Ohhh… so this is what it's all about! Did you and Lucifer - wait… why do you want me to write something?"

"Oh, just write something nice," Chloe said vaguely. "He's… leaving town for a while and I want him to know how much everybody cares about him."

"He's leaving?" Ella shouted, and many cops outside the lab looked up in surprise. "Sorry. Where's he going? When's he coming back? Does he want a goodbye hug?"

"He had some sort of family emergency and had to leave right away," Chloe said. "And he doesn't know when he's going to be able to come back." She stopped herself from saying that he didn't know even if he was coming back, but she couldn't tell Ella that. Not when she already looked so devastated. Besides, what if he was still planning on coming back? What if he lied to Amenadiel?

Ella threw her arms around Chloe and squeezed, completing the classic Ella hug. "I'm so sorry, Chloe! This must be so hard on you! No wonder you don't want to come back into work yet. Anyway, yes, I would be happy to write a note for Lucifer, and I could get the whole precinct to do one too! Should we send him some gifts, too?"

"Yeah, sure," Chloe said. "Do whatever you want, just please get it to me by tomorrow."

Next stop, Lux.

Chloe held onto the sides of the elevator for dear life as she rose steadily upwards. This was the place where it had all started, where it had ended. Her approaching him at the piano, the soft noise of his gentle hands playing a tune on the piano as he irked her with that smile of his and weird answers… and their goodbye at the balcony stood out brilliantly in her mind amongst the blurry memories of her and Lucifer, solving murders, talking with each other, annoying each other, their lips touching as the waves slapped the sandy shore-

The elevator doors slid open with a ding and Chloe almost fell out of it. As she stepped into the unusually warm room, her heart started to beat faster as she looked around the familiar place.

Focus, Chloe, she told herself. You came here to help Lucifer, not cry your heart out at his penthouse.

She walked over to the bar, pulling down drinks at random and placing them in the cardboard box she had brought with her. Lucifer would surely appreciate this. She also threw in a pack of cigarettes that she found underneath the counter.

"Well, well, well."

An unfamiliar, rough, yet also pleasant voice came from directly behind Chloe. She slowly turned around, and almost dropped her box of liquor.

Standing by the elevator was a man, probably around 6 foot 3. He had a crop of short brown hair, green eyes that sparkled like emeralds, and a strong jawline covered in a small amount of facial hair. He was muscular and powerfully-built, and his presence seemed to suck the heat out of the nearby air.

"My friend owns this place," she said quickly. "Lucifer Morningstar."

"Really?" the man asked. "And he asked you to take his stuff?"

"I'm not stealing it," she explained hastily. "I need to send it to him. He's… down south and I wanted to send him a gift."

The man sighed. "I guess I have no choice but to believe you."

Chloe released the breath she didn't realize she was holding. "Um, thank you. And what are you doing here?"

"Oh, I'm Lucifer's friend too," he said briefly. "I just came to visit him, but it appears he's out of town."

Chloe leaned in closer. "And has he shown you… his true identity?"

The man looked genuinely confused. "True identity? I guessed that Lucifer Morningstar couldn't be his real name. What, is he some sort of crime lord or something?"

"No, no," Chloe said with a small laugh. "Um… I just meant… anyway, what's your name?"

"I'm Gabriel," the man said, extending a firm hand.