Therapist: So, what's it gonna be for you and Abby?
Mike: *Looks at Angel, who is "not there" according to the therapist*
Therapist: *Looks whee he's looking* Mike?
Angel: *Who only Mike sees cause of her only allowing him to see her and no one else* What?
Mike: Any suggestions?
Angel: Mike, she can't see me?
Therapist: Who are you talking to?
Mike: Oh. Angel. Why? Can't see her? She's right here.
Therapist: *Confused* No one is here, Mike. You must be imagining things due to your lack of sleep. Need anything?
Mike: No. Sorry. Must be hallucinating again.
*Later*
Angel: So, I'm now an hallucination?
Mike: I know. That was stupid of me. I'm sorry.
Angel: Oh soon there will me more than an illusion to fear, Michael. Just wait. *Pouts but sighs* I wish I could eat.
Mike: Why can't you? You can just eat whenever.
Angel: Mike....I'm dead.
Mike: Oh.