So it had been... Jesus, a full month since Lucifer had inadvertently transported the entirety of the Cape Rouge and its inhabitants over to Los Angeles, apparently slamming some interdimensional doors shut in the process, if Portalocity's lack of cooperation was any indication.

Phones still worked, though.

We're in LA, no idea when we'll get back, said the text Octavia sent. Finally.

(That 'when' was really working overtime, trying to keep an 'if' at bay.)