So she is one of Gabe's flock tenants. Might've been nice to meet her before the goddamn world ended. "I don't know," he admits. "I don't remember any of this. I was hoping you did."

But if she doesn't remember and he doesn't remember, that means...what? That he was right in his first assumption and the Rift skipped them forward in time or shunted them off into a shittier version of the world? "Gabe's a friend of mine," he says, circling back to a more comfortable topic. "If he's here, he can help --"

Possible explanations of the advantages of having an angel in your court are prevented by the guttural cry of a skeletal thing that comes crawling out of a broken car window, its nearly fleshless fingers grasping first at Peter, then toward his companion as the magician skitters away with startling alacrity.