Diana laughed softly. It wasn't exactly funny, but her first assumption upon finding herself in Cleveland was that she was actually in Hell. It had taken some doing to convince her otherwise. And she was still fighting off some nagging doubts. Mostly because it was hard to believe that she was still alive. After everything Solomon had put her through...

Still. As much as she hated the Midwest, Cleveland really was better than Hell.

And Diana did love being alive.

"If I can sweettalk the management into giving me another set," she said, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "I take requests. Are you more of a 'Dancing With Myself' fan or do you lean toward 'White Wedding?'"