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met Dana along the way.
    “So, is the Prince of Likes-a-stain everything you thought he would be?” I asked, feeling perfectly confident that she didn’t get assigned to him.
    “I’m sorry, did you say something?” she replied with feigned irritation.
    “You heard me.”
    Dana didn’t respond, but kept tromping along, pretending to be upset.
    “So, is she cute?” I asked after a moment’s silence.
    Her face instantly brightened. “Forenica! She is the most adorable thing in the universe!” she exclaimed. Then added with a sly grin, “way cuter than any prince, for sure.”
    She went on like that, raving about the little newborn she was assigned to guard, for several minutes. I knew Dana to be almost always animated and excited, but I’d never seen her so ecstatic before. From hearing her talk you might have thought she was the baby’s own mother.
    “Well, enough about me,” she said, at last finishing her monologue, “let’s hear about your little bundle of joy.”
    I’d been waiting for this. Dana had no idea about Angela, about my unexpected and exceedingly rare assignment.
    “Well, my little ‘bundle of joy’ is about five-six, and a hundred and thirty pounds.”
    Dana looked at me as if she thought I was crazy. “Um...fix-six, as in five feet, six inches tall?”
    “That’s right,” I said with a smile.
    “So...what...is she supposed to be the world’s largest baby or something? Is her mother OK? Maybe she’s a giant too?”
    “She’s not a baby, Dana.”
    “What?”
    “She’s an adult.”
    Dana looked at me with a puzzled expression. “You mean—”
    “Her angel was reassigned? Yes, that’s what Lyra told me.”
    “Wow! Wait till I tell my uncle about this. Did she tell you why her angel was reassigned?”
    I shook my head and recounted all that Lyra had told me.
    “Well, Miss Forenica,” Dana said when I had finished, “it sounds like something special is in store for you. Though, I can’t say I envy you. Babies can only get into so much trouble.”
    I gave her a playful shove. “Thanks for your encouragement.”
    We were soon back at Angel Command. Once again, the magic doors separated us, so I stood, alone, in the same foyer as before. I wondered if I would be able to walk through the wall by myself. Was it a particular spot on the wall? Anawin had not given me instructions for returning. I half expected her to pop-up behind me out of nowhere again.
    I decided t o give the wall a try. Locating as best I could remember the spot, I proceed to walk toward the wall. With a fair bit of confidence I leaned slightly forward, as if charging a castle gate, my head the battering ram. My confidence proved of little worth, for I collided with the wall and mashed my face against it.
    The sound of laughter immediately followed my collision. I turned to find Clairus doubled over in laughter. “Sorry,” she said between laughs, “but that was funny!”
    “How about we try the door this time?” she suggested, pointing to the adjacent wall.
    “What door?”
    I looked over at the previously blank wall. Sure enough, in the exact center of the wall I saw the faint outline of a single-entry door.
    “Was that there yesterday?”
    “Yes and no,” was all she replied. “Come on, it’s time for your accounting.”
    With that she took my hand and pulled me through the elusive door. Though we entered through a different way, I still expected to see the great room on the other side. Instead, we came into a much smaller room made up almost entirely of windows. The expansive windows on the far end of the room commanded a stunning panorama of flower-dusted valleys, sweeping woodlands, winding rivers, and the far-off misted mountains. The same windows rose high above the floor, before sloping inward to form a glass ceiling above our heads. An assortment of potted plants lay about, especially around a huddle of armchairs located in the center of the room.
    Clairus invited me to sit on one of the