The two of them hear someone climbing up the ladder, and then footsteps heading up onto the roof. The steps draw nearer and nearer, approaching the A/C unit. "Hey, someone up here?" A male voice calls out, and the footsteps draw up to the edge of the air conditioner, before a phone rings. The newcomer stops moving, answering the phone. "Hey sweetie, would you put mommy on the phone?" There's a brief pause. "Hey, honey. Yeah, I'm not gonna be home for dinner tonight. These fuckin' creeps have us workin' all night on these cars, apparently they trashed one. Yeah, they're total weirdos, one of 'em thought he heard someone on the roof, even though he was on the ground floor and we have music playing." The chop shop worker sighs. "No, babe, I'll be fine. Look, I'm getting called back in. I'll see you later, love you." The call ends, and the worker moves to the edge of the roof, lighting a cigarette and looking out at the city skyline, totally oblivious to the demon hunters up there with him.