Meg wandered the halls of the hotel leisurely, half looking for an exit and half just exploring. She followed a hallway down towards what looked to be a lobby. Wherever she had just arrived, it was a vast improvement over being the king of hell's favorite chew toy for the past year.

She ran her hand absentmindedly over the fine silk upholstery of a side chair and tried to get a feel for the energy of the place. It felt like it was supposed to be Earth, but something was just... off. Weird, but whatever. She shrugged, and strode into the bright, airy lobby. It was bustling with people, but she immediately stopped in her tracks and zeroed in on a familiar presence - could it be?

There, milling around, looking even more adorably confused than ever, was her favorite fallen angel. An involuntary smile twitched at the corners of her mouth. "Clarence? That you?"