Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We won.
You have to get out of here!
Unbalanced souls are being judged or condemned to the sands before their time.
You told me that you were in a place that was oddly reminiscent of this office,
MARC: (SCOFFS) A warrior.
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
Steven, let's go.
She's not coming.
No, no, no! You can't! I won't do it!
The Scales.
STEVEN: Boys?
-If we can't calmly... -(SCREAMS)
STEVEN: I hear you!
Do you think you created Steven
(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING)
Gabon. New York, Dubai.
or your souls will be destroyed.
MARC: Whoa.
It's good to see you again.
I'm not giving you that satisfaction.
Oh, God. Oh, no.
So, like, right through these doors, for example,
So what?
Kinda looks a bit like Mayfair. I think...
(RUMBLING)
STEVEN: Sorry, what?
(GROANS)
Right here, right now. I'll tell you...
MARC: Steven!
Steven!
God. I'm so sorry. Sorry...
That's why we have to resurrect her.
TAWERET: (GASPS) Your Scales are balanced.
I'm so sorry. Your Scales never balanced.
It's like they each feel incomplete.
Milwaukee... Milwaukee Avenue? Does that sound familiar?
WENDY: Marc, open this door right now!
Marc, you've got this.
(METAL CLINKS)
Clearly.
The Scales are slowing down. It's working.
I don't... This is my room.
talking dead bird, you're outside of my body now.
Honestly, I do.
-Um, fellas? -(MACHINERY RUSTLING)
Where am I?
In exchange for your life,
I didn't shoot you.
I should've known you would do something like this.