I looked at the clock on the counter "3:40 PM" is what it read. I sighed and looked at the refrigerator. A note hung from a magnet.

I walked over and grabbed it, pulling it out from underneath the magnet.

Dear, Emilia

We are going to the news station today. Please keep an eye on the hotel. If Angel comes back, please tell him that I and Vaggie are at the news station. We are leaving you in charge because you are more responsible, per se. See you at 4:00 PM.

Charlie Vaggie

I put the paper on the table and sighed. I was alone again. I mainly came to the hotel for company. Not to be left alone. Whatever. I have stuff to do... like explore. I thought before walking out of the kitchen and walking around.

I had found a room that held book among books. At least I wouldn't be alone for long.

As a child, I was only surrounded by books and book characters. My one friend, however, didn't really care about them; nor did I. We were just classmates who were forced to be friends.

But sometimes I would wonder what had happened to him after I moved out of New Orleans. I stopped caring after I died, of course.

I had fallen asleep in the Library when I was woken by a voice... two of them actually.

"Do you think she's dead?" The first voice asked.

"Could be... you know how to wake her up... right?" another voice asked. I could finally make out the second voice, but the first one still eluded me.

"Yes, I'm awake," I said, groaning. "Can I help you, Miss Vagatha?"

"Ha! You get a formal title!" the voice laughed. Now I could make out her voice. "Emily, please be quiet. Your voice is quite annoying." I said sitting up and stretching.

"Hey! Why do you sound like that?" Emily inquired.

I had known Emily ever since she got to hell. She was known to be quite the Harly Quin type.

"I'm just playing the part, darling," I said jokingly.

"Charlie is looking for you. She wants you to meet the new guests who will be 'helping' us," Vaggie said, adding air quotes and rolling her eyes.

"Like they'll be any help!" Emily laughed. Now I was getting curious.

When we got into the lobby, Charlie was talking to a tall man with a red suit, red and black hair, deer ears, and antlers. That was all I could make out. Is he...no...possibly not? He's dead to me. I walked over to them and stood by the man before looking at Charlie. She chuckled nervously and looked up at the man and then down at me.

"Miss Emilia, this is the Radio Demon or Alastor...Al, this is Emilia Loveheart." I cut her off. "Emilia! Emilia Loveheart!" I said, turning and holding my hand out. He shook my hand. "I knew you looked familiar."