At the police headquarters, Michael was slowly, cautiously stepping toward Leslie's spirit."Look, you have to come with me. You must serve the punishment Hell assigned to you," he said, extending his hand toward her.
From a distance, Mercy watched everything unfold. The more she observed, the more wrong it all felt. Something in her insisted that whatever was happening to Leslie's spirit was unjust—and that perhaps the warrant issued from Hell in Leslie's name was the result of some misunderstanding. Trying to stop Michael, she spoke firmly, "Michael, don't you think you should confirm the details with Gandolf once more? Leslie was the one who suffered injustice—so how could she be sent to Hell? I feel like there's some mistake here."
