August: ...
He turns around and slowly walks back to the hearse
"Don't think about coming back."
He bites his lip. The angel opens the door and steps out again, looking incredibly shaken, face white like he'd just seen a ghost.
???: ...change of plans. August Thatcher will stay in hell...
"No.."
???: ...It's not your decision to make. Or mine, for that matter...
"...."
???: ...It would seem the reaper has taken an interest...you'll have no more interference from our side...we know better than that.
"Fuck. You."
He stormed off.
"Greatttt, now he knows! Yay, whoop-dee-doo!"
???: Goodbye, August...it was nice knowing you...
He takes the hearse and speeds off, leaving August behind
"Ugh...well..31. Want to see 217?"
