Rebecca Fowler. Dr. Long stared thoughtfully into his tea cup, a dark eye staring back at him. "Rebecca Fowler," He repeated softly. "Yes. I remember her well." He grinned, taking a sip from his tea. Liesl sensed a shift in the mood, a shift she had felt many times in the mamodo world. [i]Did you love her?[/i] She thought, watching her smiling partner, who set his cup down. 

"Well, Sev, this seems like a very smart plan." He put his feet up on the coffee table, leaning back and shutting his eyes. "Having help in the battle is always welcomed." He opened an eye, eyeing Kali. "You don't have much of a choice, do you, my dear?" He smiled. "There's nothing wrong with having a powerful reputation." He said lightly, and Liesl stared at her with gentle, grey eyes. 

"What do you think, Liesl, love? How about it?" The Doctor asked. 

Liesl tightened her grip on the fabric of her dress, looking away and then staring at them again. "It's frightening to imagine you becoming more powerful. That means you'd be one more step closer to becoming King." Her eyes became sharp and calculating. 

"And what kind of King do you plan to become, Demoness of Void?"