Ava sits down again, pushing her papers to one side and laying the pen neatly on top.

She glances Brix's way.


"Okay ... Andrew's not from my world, but Lucifer is. From what we can put together, around five years ago, he took over a mutual friend--Sam. And possessed his body." Her tone is carefully devoid of emotion, a tightrope she finds familiar. "Andrew went looking for Sam, got kidnapped, and for some reason--I really don't know why--instead of killing him, Lucifer decided to brainwash him into becoming his servant."

Ava rubs her temple with one hand.

"He's been gone for four years."