Seek the help of an Angel

You hit your head on the steering wheel in frustration. Your girlfriend just murdered some poor innocent, is probably turning into demon, and you have no idea what to do. Some time between the second and third time your head hits the steering wheel, you have a brilliant idea.

Angel. She is the only one who seems to know about this stuff. You search the internet and quickly come up with the phone number you think is hers. You dial the numbers.

"Hello? Angel if this is you this is Bill from the store."

*bzz*

"Hello...oh! Hello?"

"This is Bill, from the store. I hope I'm not interrupting you."

"Mm, not at all. I was just thinking of you."

"I think I turned my girlfriend into one of those Changeroo things. I was looking for somewhere to take her and maybe some help."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea."

"Please. I don't know anyone else who can help."

"Ok. Those things are dangerous ju ju, though."

"Yah, I pretty much get that. Where should we meet?"

"My coven keeps a camp site. I'll text you the location. Meet you there in an hour."

"Bye,"

Your phone dings moments later with a text. The campsite isn't far. You pull out, resisting the urge to floor it.

You pull into the state park. After a bit of driving you find the tent. Now you just have to wait for Angel.