Somewhere a garden waits for me.

My inmate Edgar needs a job. Do you still need people?

Dad, I am formally demanding that we be allowed to have trick-or-treating. And that chocolate be provided for everyone on the barge. I think it would be good for all involved.

Edgar, how are you doing?

I do not approve of this ability that our inmates have to vanish without our permission.

Edward d’Eath, I am your new warden. Come, we have much to discuss in order to get you rehabilitated.

There are far worse floods than ones that inspire love, I hope. Love and truth are things that most do not have enough of. I see the Admiral's logic in this.

[Persephone is sitting in a large chair that's from her room in Hades, she looks amused in-spite of this. Also, she looks more than a little like a goth. This is intentional. Her voice is soft and amused.]

So this is where all of those souls that Hades expected have gone missing too. Oh, don't worry, I'm not here to take you to him; no, anything that makes my husband angry is something that I firmly endorse. I will admit it's odd to be surrounded by souls that still have corporal forms. I am told that there is a garden... I'd like to stick my fingers in the dirt if possible.

My name is Persephone. Yes that one.