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Raina! [The pick up is immediate; he had been hoping she'd call, his anticipation mired in growing doubt as they hours and days waned on.] Raina, Raina, where are you? I've been looking all over, I thought you had been ported.

[Or worse.]

What happened? Where are you now?

Your contact list is incorrectly named.

A pity you've retained these memories upon return. Does Will know you're contacting me? I imagine he would take issue.

I didn't ask Will's permission first, if that's what you're implying. I didn't realize I'm not supposed to talk to you.

Do you want to be the #1 dumbass? It's taken.

I'm safe. Now. I'm safe now. I'm with a friend. I don't -- I don't want you to see me like this. I can tell you where I am if you promise not to come, but I need more time to recover.

[ A pause, and then the anger edged her tone. ]

You understand, of course. Because you went through the same thing.

[ And then her words became venom. ]

Crane. It was Crane.

Nice try. No one enters a fugue state that quickly.

I didn't sign any contracts involving any special clauses. Do we need to write one up that involves me sleeping with your girlfriend?

You need to see me. [Words that tumbled out, the moment she said Crane.] And -- I need to see you.

[No further explanation was necessary; she was right. Chilton understood. But in this matter, he was impatient, urgent. Raina had seen him at his utter loathing, his crumbled self, and she remained at his side. It was only natural for that favor to be returned.]

I understand your conflict, but we need to see each other. Tell me where you are.

Think of a number. Not one, not two, but...

No, I want you to put me in as my actual identity. Take heed to include the "Doctor".

Do not under any circumstance have "dumbass" following "Doctor". I've already anticipated that belligerent nonsense from you.

And I am indeed fairly sure you're not supposed to talk to me. Now you're in trouble.

1. No.

2. Too late!

3. I don't care.

Stop talking about me to people who are probably psychopaths, jerk, and maybe I'll rethink my stance on 1 and 2. I'm not a bedtime story you get to tell people.

[ it was so handy of crane to bring it up so now she can be rightfully pissed off. ]

I don't know, I haven't spoken with Winger. [Chilton, momentarily sucking in his cheek, looked haunted. The encircling around them by Lucifer's own hand unsettled him, and he was reluctantly aware that he had been alone in that sentiment. Raina was wooed by the power. Jeff was likely enraged by the idea of Lucifer using him. But Chilton? The psychiatrist was a long term thinker; he sought the bigger picture. He was skeptical. So little risk had been posed to Lucifer himself, while he whirled out three imPorts as his horsemen. Destruction, chaos, brutality -- these were but side effects (or even means) according to the desired ends. No one was indispensable to Lucifer.

Except for Sam Winchester.]

Demons have always been symbolic of human consciousness. Jungian, at worst perhaps, but nothing much more. Almost ironic that elements of his power are so elemental to his resurrection -- in a sense. I mean. [A beat.] We discussed vessels in concept.

[Another beat.]

We have to make Sam our leverage.

Seven?

The Watson's. I'm at the Watson's.

[ It wasn't as though Chilton wouldn't find out now that he knew she was alive; now that she said she was with a 'friend.' But she drew in a deep breath, finally getting up off whatever sleeping arrangements Mary had set up for her in the attic. ]

I want to see you. I need to see you, yes. But you don't understand, Frederick. I saw you die. Most horrifyingly of all the things I saw, I saw you die. And not simply die -- you were desecrated. I lost you. And it damaged me.

[ Raina turned on the overhead light and hesitated. With trembling fingers, she switched from voice to video -- showing him the state she was in. Locked in her monster form with no escape, dark circles under her eyes, and very deep bruises lining her neck between the thorns. ]

When I see you, Frederick, I need to be able to hold you in my arms and not let go for hours. I need to feel you against me and hear you breathe. I need to know you're not simply a ghost. I need to know I'm not imagining your voice or your presence. And there's no way to know that when I'm like this. Because if I can't even touch you to make sure you're real, then you become even more of a phantom, haunting me.

Don't be satisfied with being predictable, Abigail. You could be so much more.

And to be fair, since you're likely discussing a man who was only a psychopath revealed after the fact, you should know that he tortured me and yet Will Graham continues to seek out Crane's company. Crane is no Hannibal, but he's no Bloom either.

Oh look, I've discovered the identity of Dumbass Number One.

That isn't the consecutive number I was considering. Seven is a little ambitious -- but perhaps you've had those kind of parties before.

Not everything involves you, F. We really need to talk about this narcissism of yours.

[ Raina smirked as Chilton went on to say what he and Lucifer spoke of. That was the man she was with -- so adept at obtaining information, so smart and sly and cunning. What a team they were. Together.

She took his hand and brought it down to her lap, the fingers of her other hand caressing his arm as she leaned her head against his shoulder. ]

Sam will be ours. Everything will be to our advantage. And speaking of advantages, that brings me to the other thing I wanted to talk to you about.

[ She tipped her chin to look up at him. ]

Matthew Lin. When Lucifer gave me the ring, he told me he would send his minion to assist me. Who gives me a call shortly thereafter? None other than your little patient. Turns out he's a demon, made a deal with the devil and became his lackey. And he is also tasked to aid Crane, but while he does what he's told, Matthew Lin absolutely hates the man. I don't know the circumstances, but I do know Matthew was also subjected to Crane's toxin. Matthew even requested that Crane became the first recipient of one of my bouquets.

[ Raina laughed a little at the thought. ]

Now, Matthew does go by another name. But I'm not so sure I should speak it aloud. He implied he heard me repeat it back to Lucifer. I don't know if he could simply hear the conversation because he has some sort of channel between himself and Lucifer or if he's attuned to his name. But you know. Better safe than sorry. And I want you to have all the advantages when it comes to dealing with him, babe.

[ Raina kissed the side of his mouth softly before getting up and finding a sheet of paper and a pen. Then, she jotted down Abduxel -- which could have had alternate spellings and random silent letters because demons were strange like that. But she spelled it like it sounded and returned to the bed at once, handing it over to Chilton. ]

Fortunately, I believe he's pursuing you out of his own interest and not out of orders from either Lucifer or Crane. If you have to fuck him to get him on our side and away from Lucifer, loathe as I am to think of anyone else in your embrace without me present -- in this scenario, it's to our advantage.

Mary and John's?

[His surprise registered. While they were a charming couple, Chilton questioned how either Watson could aid Raina in her most dire of moments; her predicament was relatively unique. Chilton was a precious resource, having the sympathetic knowledge of her suffering based upon his own -- what could Mary or John offer? Why them, why them first? Raina had her reasoning, he thought, and he would analyze that at a later time.]

But I didn't die, Raina. I never have, not even here. Despite numerous attempts -- they're only illusions. What you saw. Only lies, as Crane feasts upon anxieties, the possibilities yet to manifest. [His tone drops. That was her fear, or one of them, his demise. His agony.]

I am.

[Chilton switches his end of the communicator to video.]

I am very much real.

Will has warned me away from Crane for the record and regardless of his sanity, you still shouldn't be using me as a topic of conversation with anyone.

You get why I'm mad, don't you? I'm not mad because of who you talked to, I'm mad because you chose to use me as your topic. I'm not a topic.

[ Raina paled a little when he said Crane feasted on anxieties. But when she saw him pop up on her screen, she let out a sound that was a mingled mix between a sob and a laugh. Her hand reached up to brush a tear away from the corner of her eyes. ]

That's just what your phantom would say.

[ It was spoken with mild humor. Raina was lucid enough to know that who she was talking to was 90% the real Chilton. There was still a hint of doubt that edged everything she saw, though. ]

Keep staying alive, Frederick. Keep surviving. Your life is what matters to me most in this world. I couldn't bear to go on if you were no longer alive.

I heard we may have suffered some mutual trauma.

If you're referring to Walter White, which you undoubtedly are, I found it relatively charming.

Relative as according to Walt's personal scale.

[ This has been the absolute worst fucking weekend ever. And Walt hates that he has to come crawling to Chilton of all fucking people. But he's not going to call Hank, and Chilton's the only guy he knows with enough sway to undo this damage.

So. ]

Doctor Chilton. [ It's doctor now. ] This is Walter White. Listen. I need your help.

[He's already guarded, given the "collect call" option. When a voice recorded preamble follows your initial "hello", right before your caller speaks, something is odd.]

Walt. Are you in a situation? [Rhetorical.] What happened?

It's...it's nothing. Nothing major.

[ He forces a weak laugh, leaning his forehead against the side of the phone. ]

It's pretty funny actually. You'll get a laugh when I tell you. This whole thing has been a complete misunderstanding. So if you can just come to the local jail and get me out of here, that would be great. That would be wonderful.

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