We have two strips left, so let’s tie up some loose ends. It’s still early morning by Earth reckoning, Greenwich Mean Time. Outside the mansion:

Guard (thinking): I really should get to sleep…but one more chapter can’t hurt.

In Hell, subcircle 812:

Baalberith: It appears that, due to a temporal snag, you technically never existed. We have an opening in Human Resources that would be perfect for you.

And in Heaven, sphere whichever-they-feel-like-being-in:

Lisa: So, how do you two feel about guardian angel gigs?