”Well, I can see you’ll be absolutely no fun at all,” the image of Emma stated, examining her fingernails. ”Based on that alone, I’m sure you and Drake will make a perfect couple; he doesn’t seem to appreciate my psychiatric help, either. Still, I’d like to think I’ve given you some food for thought.”
She began to fade away. ”I will leave you two dysfunctional little lovebirds to the nest you’ve made. By the by, you might want to check on him to see if she’s still alive. Ciao!” The image blew a kiss, disappearing completely. For now, at least.