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in Sunday school as a lad, though he had the strangest feeling that it wouldn’t have helped.
     
    Then again he remembered they also sometimes acted. Hadn’t the walls of Jericho been blown down by an angel with a trumpet? Hadn’t they also carried the plagues that Moses had set upon his people’s slavers? So they carried God’s words, and sometimes his might. What did either of those have to do with him? Nothing. He told himself that repeatedly, and if he’d had the guts or the presence of mind, would have told her so too. Above all else, he was sure she shouldn’t be here with him.
     
    Then again the thought of stealing anything at all aroused his attention. Especially if there was a challenge attached. The thought of stealing for an angel was positively riveting. He swung constantly between the extremes of disbelief and fear, through to curiosity and wonder. In hindsight it was perhaps lucky that the Catalina flying boat had an auto-pilot.
     
    It was a long flight.
     

CHAPTER TWO.
     
    “Her angels face,
    As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright,
    And made a sunshine in the shady place.”
     
    ~Edmund Spenser. 1553-1599
    Canto iii. St. 4.
     
     
     
    Mikel’s second day with the angel defied all description, all logical explanation. That was just the beginning.
     
    It also came close to destroying every belief he had in the world, and had then gone on to threaten even his every belief he had in himself.
     
    It began in the morning, after a night that hadn’t been even vaguely peaceful. He’d tossed, turned and moved back and forwards through a thousand dreams, none of which made any sense. And dreams always frightened him, at least while he was dreaming. For they were the one thing he never had any control over. When he dreamt, he never knew he dreamt. He couldn’t defeat the monsters that assailed him, he couldn’t fight the bogey men. All he ever knew was fear. The fear of being lost and alone.
     
    But waking in this instance had been nearly as bad. And twice as good.
     
    Sherial was there with him as he awoke. In his room, watching over him as he slept. He couldn’t help but smile as he first opened his eyes and saw her standing there before him, his ultimate dream come true. Her love was like a wonderful thick blanket, enveloping him, wrapping him, holding him tight, utterly safe. His soul started rejoicing before he even knew his own name. What was a name? What could it matter?
     
    Then the walls of reality came thundering down on him.
     
    She was in his room. How long had she been there? Why was she watching him? How on Earth had she entered a locked, security alarmed room? The questions assailed him instantly, his long training in paranoia finally starting to send the alarm bells ringing. Everything about her being there was not simply wrong, not merely impossible, it was dangerous. She was a threat like no other. Cold fingers ran down his spine.
     
    Thus far he’d never needed nearly any of the advanced security systems he kept in his home. In fact in the twenty plus years he’d called this house home he’d only ever had one attempted burglary, a young local kid probably looking for some quick cash. The poor sprat hadn’t even made it past his outermost systems before the alarms and lights had sent him fleeing for the hills. But never the less he’d maintained his home as a high tech fortress from the very beginning. Fort Knox was not so well guarded.
     
    Yet Sherial was in his bedroom, standing over him as he slept, watching him. How? And why? Was she studying him like a lab animal, or was it more like a mother watching a sick child? Was she his keeper or his guardian? None of the options were particularly palatable as possibilities went, but he could think of no others. And how on Earth could she have possibly entered? His thoughts kept circling back to that same impossibility.
     
    A review of his high tech security surveillance equipment shed no light on how she had entered his