Diego looks at the table piled high with food. The misshapen pancakes and burnt bacon are a far cry from the perfect circles mom used to make them every morning. But then again, they're officially on their own now.

"Well, that's the thing that sucks about the living. You gotta sleep sometime, whether you want to or not. Otherwise you die and you're back at square one." He chews his eggo for a moment. "So you were haunting Klaus this whole time?"

Being there to witness each of Klaus's bad decisions one after the other must have been one hell of a purgatory.