Dazed, and with a broken heart, Cassie stumbled back upstairs. When she opened the door, she stared blankly at the view in front of her. The magic Lucifer used to restore her shop had reached the apartment. Everything that had been broken was fixed and back in place as if nothing at ever happened. Peering at the side table by the closet door, she saw that all the photo frames had been returned to the place they'd been before the skirmish, each one housing the various photos she'd taken of them on that one night out. When her eyes fell upon the last frame, missing the photo Kevin had taken, a fresh stab of pain hit her and she squeezed her eyes shut. It was the final reminder that her sister was gone forever.

Oh, Kevin. I hope you found her in time! Cassie realized she didn't know who to pray to anymore. The Goddesses? God? Lucifer?

With a shuddering breath, Cassie shuffled to the kitchen and unconsciously pulled a coffee cup off the dish rack, opened a cupboard, and grabbed the first tea bag she found. Drawing hot water from the sink, she filled the cup and shoved it into the microwave. She didn't care if this was not the proper way to make a cup of tea; she just wanted something to drink, and there was no energy left in her to put the tea pot on the stove.

When the microwave dinged, she eased the hot cup out, put it on the kitchen table, and dropped the tea bag in. Falling into the chair, she grabbed the string and began to dab the tea bag up and down, steeping it a few times before she quit even trying to do that. Staring at the cup and the steam rising up, Cassie's mind drifted, and the tea was left abandoned.

She didn't know how much time had passed when a soft sound of her front door opening brought her eyes up. Angel stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind him. Soaked to the core, he fell against the door and laid his head back against the wood, his eyes haunted and lost.

Cassie pushed herself up from the chair and stumbled around the table. "Kevin?"

He looked her way, swallowed once, and spoke with a matter-of-fact tone. "She's gone."

The tears came fast, and Cassie felt her body move of it's own accord as she ran to him. Each step she took was quicker than the last until she collapsed into her brother's arms, and they slid to the floor together. Angel's body shook as his efforts to hold his pain in failed and they wept together. Outside, the storm raged on as lightning lit the skies, thunder rattled the windows, and the skies cried with them.

Lucifer sat on the edge of Charlie's bed in her room at their mansion, eyes closed, and waited patiently. He had returned as the magic fire flared from the breaking spell, not wanting to drag out a long goodbye to Cassie, whom he'd quickly found deep respect for. Such a powerful witch she would one day become, and who knows, perhaps he would call upon her again.

As he considered this, there was a change in the air, and ripples, not unlike those created from a pebble tossed in a lake, appeared in the center of the room and spanned outward. A warble-like sound accompanied them until a drenched Charlie appeared at the center of the ripple effect. Her eyes darted around the room, a look of confusion drawn across her features, until she saw Lucifer sitting on the bed.

"Dad? What happened? Why are you in my ro—?"

Before she could finish her question, Lucifer flicked his fingers, and Charlie stopped talking. Her eyes closed, and in a trance-like state, she walked to the edge of the bed. Lucifer flicked his fingers again, and the soaked black T-shirt, red jacket, and ripped blue jeans she was wearing were replaced by her usual red pajamas with black and white laced trim. She was also now dry, with her hair draped loosely around her shoulders, while her porcelain face remained blank.

Lucifer stood, pulled back the bed sheets, and helped Charlie crawl into bed. Once she was settled, he tucked her in and kissed her forehead. Recalling a memory she'd shared with him of Cassie, he repeated Cassie's words for her.

"Sleep, my princess, and dream wonders. Let the love you felt for Angel warm your soul, and let the woman you became with him guide your destiny." He paused, closed his eyes, and added a bit of magic to his next words: "And should you and Angel ever meet again, may all your memories of him return to you."

He saw Charlie's lips curl into a smile, hum softly to herself, and roll over to her side. Satisfied, Lucifer eased off the bed and walked over to Charlie's gold vanity desk, where her earth clothes now lay, dry and neatly folded. Scooping them up, he noticed the tip of the picture that Angel had given her poke out of the edge of the jeans pocket. He pulled it out and examined it. Lucifer's smile wavered as he traced his finger along the lines of Charlie's face, saw how genuinely happy she had been, and felt regret for the decision he'd had to make. Sometimes he really hated the rules of Hell.

With a sigh, Lucifer tucked the photo into his breast pocket, tucked the clothes under his arm, walked to the bedroom door. Opening it, he was about to step out when he heard Charlie mumble, and looked back.

"Mmm, Angel." Charlie cooed in her sleep.

Lucifer smiled warmly. Her memories would live on in her dreams. With a soft pull of the door, he gently closed it as he whispered. "Welcome home, princess."