The night before her twenty-fifth birthday she wakes up crying. He can't say it surprises him much, seeing as her birthday has so rarely had pleasant memories attached. She rolls into him and sobs, gasping and frightened, barely awake. Words tumble from her lips, and he has to really listen to figure out what tragic event she's remembering. But when Angel's name comes pouring out, it doesn't bother him nearly as much as it would have a year ago. After all, Angel's bed and open arms are only a mile or so away, but she's still here with him tonight.