Linda awoke after what felt like a few hours in the empty room that used to be Melody's exhibit. She could faintly hear talking in a nearby room. She was feeling quite a bit better after getting some sleep, even if she was sleeping in a rather uncomfortable place. She got up and put on her hat as she left the room and entered the circular hallway. She saw the souls of four of her sisters having a conversation.

"And I had these butterfly wings, and a big spikey tail, and my head was like an axe or something!" said Susan with glee.

"That's nothing." said Cindy, taking a drag on her cigar. "I had a crown made of dynamite, and a cigar the size of a tree!"

"You should have seen all the robots I was able to build." said Becky. "One particular model was nigh indestructible."

"You three may have had powers, but I was the one who had followers." said Melody confidentially. "That's got to count for something."

"How are you four doing?" asked Linda, walking up to them.

"Fine." said Melody. "Were you sleeping well?"

"About as well as I can." said Linda.

"So Linda, maybe you could decide this for us." said Becky, adjusting her glasses. "Which of us would you say was the best as a demon?"

"Err, what do you mean by best?" asked Linda.

"You know, cool-looking, fun to fight, that sort of thing." said Cindy, tapping some ash from her cigar. The translucent orange ash fell right through the floor.

"Oh, that's kinda hard to be certain about." said Linda. "I mean, I guess Cindy was pretty cool with all the fire and explosions, and with Susan it was kinda neat that I got to climb up this huge rainbow tower. Becky was one where I needed to think outside the box for a lot of it. As for Melody, I guess you could say that I feared for my life the most when facing her."

"That's always a good quality to have." said Cindy with a grin.

Linda looked at the big yellow bell in the center of the room. "Say, do any of you know what this does?"

"Not sure." said Susan, who was busy spinning in place like a translucent green cyclone.

Out of curiosity, Linda decided to see what the bell did. She walked up to hit and knocked on it.

When she did, the bell emitted a noise that sounded like every scream Linda had ever uttered all stitched together to vaguely resemble a bell chiming.

The noise rang out for several seconds before finally ending. "Okay, so I don't think I'll be doing that again." said Linda.

"Could I ring it, then?" asked Cindy.

Linda ignored what Cindy said before turning to the others and asking "So, any tips or suggestions for how I'll go about helping free the rest of our sisters?"

Becky said "Well, I wasn't able to get a good read on them before you er, destroyed my factory. But from what I could tell, four of them seem to be on the next floor up."

"I doubt Fay's gonna be that hard to beat." said Cindy.

"You sure?" said Susan. "You should have seen her when I accidentally hit her in the eye with a baseball. She's a pretty good batter, for what it's worth."

"What about Jelly?" asked Linda.

"Whatever she's been turned into, I suspect she has a giant tongue." said Melody. "I always did suspect her taste buds were ten times as powerful as anybody else.'

"How about Anne?" asked Linda.

"Well, I've never cared much for her." said Becky. "She always focused more on science fiction than science reality. My guess is she asked to be turned into some sort of ridiculous space ship with zero practicality."

"Maybe you could launch her straight into the sun!" said Cindy.

"Uh-huh." said Linda. "So, thanks for the advice, I think I'm gonna go for now. Hopefully I'll see you soon."

"One more thing. Are you sure you have to free Sabrina?" asked Cindy.

Linda sighed and said "Yes, I'm sure."

Susan said "So, you won't be talked into, say, rescuing everybody but Sabrina and then-"

"No, I won't be talked into that." said Linda.

"Okay, just checking. See you later, I guess." said Susan.

Linda walked out of the room, her scarf waving to the sisters as she did. She wandered around the museum in search of a stairway up, passing by things such as a painting of a foot where every single toe was stubbed, or a sculpture of a mouth with all the teeth upside down. Her scarf grasped at most of the exhibits she passed, and Linda still wasn't sure whether the scarf had a mind of its own or she was controlling it subconsciously.

"Well, I'm not sure if you can hear or understand me, or whatever," said Linda to her scarf, "but you've really been a huge help so far."

Linda soon came to a spiral staircase and started walking up it. Soon, the mysterious voice could be heard.

"Well, it seems you are quite a worthy fighter." said the mysterious voice. "But you are not yet even halfway through what you're trying to accomplish, so don't get confident just yet."

"Here's something I've been wondering. Who exactly are you?" said Linda, reaching the top of the stair and beginning to wander around the second floor.

"My true identity is classified." said the voice. "But I will say that I am the curator of this museum."

"So who do you work for?" asked Linda.

"The Demons of Vanity." said the Curator.

"And who are they?" asked Linda.

"Oh, nobody you'd be familiar with." said the Curator. "But they're not the only one of their kind. Among others, There's also the Demons of Gluttony, Demons of Sloth, though those haven't been heard from in a while. The Demons of Greed in particular are a rather well-liked sort around here, I believe one of their top members is a one-eyed gemstone that draws power from human greed."

"And has anybody managed to defeat any of them?" asked Linda.

"That's also classified." said the Curator.

Linda rolled her eyes and said "Uh-huh."

"Now then, I think you'll find your next few sisters will be quite a pain for you to deal with, but I won't spoil the surprise." said the Curator. A clicking sound was heard as the voice stopped.

After wandering past some more disturbing exhibits, Linda came to a long hall way. The walls had a total of four doors, labeled "Fay Soff", "Anne Droid V2.1", "Jelly-Chan", and the last one was simply named "Samantha."