A/N…..This chapter takes place two years later...


She woke, disoriented, thirsty, and cold. Once again, she was somewhere she didn't know, a place she'd not seen before, wearing clothes she had not gone to sleep in, her hair combed, her face washed.

She stood, stretched, and saw her bag on the floor in front of her. This had been going on for centuries, and if it were not for the different clothes, she may have believed she'd zapped herself to this location in her sleep.

Looking around, she noticed she was in a room, looked like a motel, and there was hot coffee in the pot, and a newspaper on the table. She walked over and picked it up.

Circled on the front page was a story on a missing boy, believed kidnapped by a pedophile ring. She pulled a jacket out of her bag, and pulled it on and disappeared, a soft rustle of wings the only herald of her departure…..


A/N Angie returns in my story "Harvester of Sorrow"...it takes up from here...