It was obvious from the moment that 'follow me' exited Eric's lips that being apart made Zander uneasy. The ride in the care, while definitely a novel experience, proved more entertaining for the angelic duo than uncomfortable. Having his literal other half more than a few feet away from him, however, was night intolerable to Zander. As he did his best to follow the sensitive, his every movement betrayed the face that something was off; he fidgeted, he walked erratically, he constantly looked around as if he expected something to leap from the cheap Arby's woodwork and devour his soul. Zoe certainly didn't seem happy about it either. On top of parting with her soul mate, which pretty much never happened even for brief periods, she was faced with the awkward situation of trying to get food when she had only just eaten.

To Zander, the concept of a restroom was as alien as that of an automobile. The stomach shared by he and his partner functioned like a furnace for their food—it immolated every molecule it processed for maximum retention of nutrition, leaving no waste. Strictly speaking, angels didn't even need to eat, but taste came as a unique, enjoyable experience. Indeed, judging by the angels turned Fallen by succumbing to greed, the experience was too enjoyable for some. Of course, all of this meant only one thing: upon entering the lavatory, he had no clue what to expect. Even if he had, a demonic toilet stall would have been far from the list.

As Eric opened the door to the stall, and the air became suffused with the whiff of evil, golden flames began to dance across Zander's arms. While he could still ignite his Burning Passion in this form, it was far weaker than Unions. Truth be told, Zander was just as ready to incinerate Eric as he was some gruesome creature coming from the gateway. Sensitives were a fickle and unpredictable bunch, and if one thought he could gain some sort of advantage by luring an angel into a trap, any alliance that sensitive had with said angel was tremulous at best.