Flonne was enjoying staying in the Netherworld with Laharl and the others, but she still enjoyed making little trips to the main city now and again. She could avoid the guards easily enough, but she still felt a little guilty sneaking away while the others were pre-occupied. Not that she had anything to hide, but she knew Laharl was still worried about, well, a lot of things. Including Flonne being taken away.

But she couldn't stay away! All their friends were still here, after all, as well as shops full of delicious cakes and treats. So now the fallen angel walked down the street with a happy smile on her face. As she turned a corner, she was just thinking of what kind of pudding Etna would like more when...

...she crashed into something solid and hard. "Oww...not again..."