Josh Haber walked tearfully across the parking lot in the rain. He adjusted his grip on the cardboard box containing the mementos he’d collected from his desk, and reached into his pocket to press the button on his car key, unlocking the vehicle. He deposited the box on the back seat before climbing into the front and beginning his long journey home.
“There, that’s the last of them,” squeaked Angel Bunny.
Opalescence slunk beside her. “Couldn’t we have kept Corey on? He did write that episode we were in together.”
Angel Bunny shook his head. “No, we had to clear them all out. Make way for fresh new writing talent.”
Opal adjusted her bow. “And where are these new writers for season seven?”
Angel smiled at her. “You’re looking at them!”