The controller is immediately shoved off John's lap as if it were on fire. He doesn't need or want that thing. As it clatters to the ground John looks to Midnighter in distaste. Voodoo bullshit really.

The Latin incantation that he's uttered hundreds of times previously to send a soul from this realm to the next falls easily and automatically from his lips. John isn't even certain if this is the correct course of action, but why not follow instinct at this point?

In a slow trail upward the girl floats toward the ceiling and then disappears entirely. Light enters the room once more, but the couch has moved further away from the television.

"I suppose you're going to expect a thank you."