"Corporate wants to check in about Sandy," the Oversoul said flatly. "Report." "Uh ... kind, loving, sweet, good future planning," Shoulder Angel said nervously. "Idiot," Shoulder Devil spat out. "Drops her mask at night, cries like a baby, losing hope, dead in two years." The Oversoul made notes. "Action plan?" it pressed. "New romance, promotion at work, reach a weight loss goal," Shoulder Angel replied, smiling broadly. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck," Shoulder Devil groaned and rolled its eyes. "Finds a stray kitten and a winning lotto ticket. Cuddles and cash." The Oversoul nodded and pointed a finger at the devil for the win. "I hate you so much," Shoulder Angel whispered as it disappeared.