Samael frowned. That was nothing new. "Always with the spells, huh?" he muttered. "...fine. I'll yield. If only for this one time." The tall man turned to walk away but paused, as if a sudden thought had entered his head. He pointed a finger a Mary and grinned in her direction. "Don't think you're off the hook there missy. I'm still gonna get you," he promised. Taking delight in the fear he caused her, the demon gave a farewell wave to the angels and the nature spirit. "Later," he called out causally, before melting into a torrent of shadows.

As Julio and Mike left to go...somewhere, Mary finally released her death grip on Justin's scarf and let out a sigh of relief. "Weirdo," she said. "I bet he's some kind of messed up pedoph-hey! Let me go!" Mary tried to struggle in Justin's grip as the green haired man picked her up. After a few minutes of resisting, she realized that he wasn't going to let up and so allowed him to take her....wherever they were going.

They soon reached their destination: a large cabin. Entering the cozy home, Mary looked around in wide eyed wonder. The place practically screamed comfort and safety. She turned to Justin. "Er, thanks? Uh, Justin? Who are you?"

Well that came out more random than she expected.