Andrew walked over to a homeless shelter when out of nowhere he could feel intense pain and sadness. He didn't know where it was coming from so he attempted to keep walking. Unfortunately, he didn't get very far before he clung against a wall as frightening images came into his head. Tess was walking along when she noticed Andrew's current state.

"Angel boy?" She asked, getting closer to him and putting a hand on his back to let him know that she was there. Andrew whimpered as if he had been slapped, which concerned Tess.

"Andrew?" She called, louder this time, though it was to no avail. Andrew watched as a man slapped Monica several times, and cringed when he heard her screams of pain.

"Andrew!" Tess called again, still getting no response from Andrew. Suddenly Andrew turned around but his eyes were blank and glazed over.

"Andrew?" Tess asked with shock as he collapsed. Alarmed, Tess caught him before his head hit the ground, and she sat against a bench as she cradled him much like a sick child as she waited for him to get a hold of himself. After about an hour Andrew finally broke free from Monica's mind and Tess sat up after he opened his eyes.

"Well you've been through some journey Angel Boy." Tess told him.

"Tess, Monica is in trouble!" He gasped, suddenly feeling afraid.

"What? Angel boy, you've got to relax—what's that?" Tess asked as a book suddenly fell from the sky into Andrew's hand. Andrew put his hand on the spine of the black book and opened it to find a message inside.

"I have the person you're looking for. I will be giving you parts of the address of where I'm keeping her, but only if you answer my riddles. Each correct answer is another part of the address. Your first riddle will be texted to you on the phone that is inside this book." He read as he grabbed the phone. The first riddle was soon revealed.

"A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm the torment of man." Andrew read aloud. He scratched his head in confusion as he thought about that one.

"What could that possibly be?" He wondered as he thought about it

"Try evil!" Tess suggested as Andrew sent the word evil. He was later met with a buzzing sound from the phone.

"Oooh, I'm sorry but that's incorrect. And do hurry, you've only fifteen minutes to solve this." The phone read. Andrew sighed in frustration and began to think.

"A cloud was my mother… water comes from clouds. The wind is my father… rain falls from wind. Rain!" He exclaimed as he sent in the answer.

"Correct. Here is part of the address. 216." The phone read.

"Your next riddle will be revealed in two hours from now." The phone read. Andrew screamed in frustration as he stared at the empty screen on the phone.

"Andrew calm down! We'll find her! In the meantime you have an assignment, and we hardly need an angry Angel of death!" Tess shrieked, trying to calm him down. Andrew sighed and went to take care of his assignment, and Tess went to take care of hers as well. After their assignments were up, they met in a restaurant where the next riddle was revealed to Andrew.

"What has been belonging to you from an early age, but is used more by others than yourself?" Andrew read aloud.

"Sounds like your name to me." Tess concluded. Andrew typed that in and more of the address was revealed. N River Rd

"216 N River Road. I know where that is!" Andrew exclaimed as he and Tess paid the bill and left the restaurant in a hurry. They split up so that they could get there faster, but mainly because Tess was afraid of what might happen to Monica if she helped. Andrew received the rest of the address after solving the riddles. 216 N River Rd Algonquin, IL(Illinois)

"Monica?" He called loud enough for her to hear, but not loud enough to draw attention.

"I'm over here!" She called, loud enough that Andrew would hear, but not loud enough to draw attention to herself. Andrew was so relieved to find Monica that he quickly ran over to her.

"Monica, how did this happen?" He asked, freeing her hands first.

"Well I was here on an assignment when I was locked down here." She said with tears of pain.

"What… Monica… what's wrong?" Andrew asked with concern.

"He hurts people, and he hurt me." Monica sobbed. Andrew freed her legs and draped her across his shoulder, but not before bringing Audrey home to heaven. Monica wept for the wasted life in front of her eyes, and watched as Ezaiya screamed in horror at the dead body in front of him.

"Oh god." He cried, collapsing to his knees.

"Oh god, what have I done? Please forgive me." He cried out.

"God already has Ezaiya." Andrew told him as he began to glow.

"What's going on? They must have drugged me!" He concluded, wiping his eyes as if he were seeing an illusion.

"I don't know about that, but this is very real Ezaiya." Andrew stated.

"Why should I believe you? How would you know if God forgives me or not?" The man screamed.

"Because I'm an angel, Ezaiya." Andrew stated, which is when Ezaiya backed away in fear.

"Don't hurt me! Please!" He begged.

"I'm not going to hurt you!" Andrew shrieked, surprised at this sudden reaction.

"But I've done horrible things. Sinful things. How can God still…"His voice trailed off as he began to sob.

"Love you? God's love is unconditional. No matter what sins were performed here today, God will love you, no matter what! You're his son; he could never hate you!" Andrew shrieked.

"Now why is the Angel of death giving me this message? I thought you only gave messages to people that are about to die." Ezaiya laughed bitterly.

"Yes but dead hope is something that the angel of death can deliver a message for." Andrew told him.

"I won't do this again! Just… just…" The man sobbed and sobbed and sobbed with regret for most of the night, and Andrew appeared before Tess, glad to have Monica in his arms. The next day Monica was called in for questioning on the news about the man that had kidnapped her. Twelve years had passed since then, but the memory wasn't completely gone from Monica's mind.

"Monica! Hey Monica! Is it true that twelve years ago you were kidnapped by Ezaiya Metamora?" A reporter asked.

"Yes, yes I was." Monica answered with a smile.

"And have you forgotten the memory?" The reporter asked.

"No not completely. You hold the answers deep within your own mind. Consciously, you've forgotten it. That's the way the human mind works. Whenever something is too unpleasant, too shameful for us to entertain, we reject it. We erase it from our memories. But the imprint is always there." Monica answered.

"Why were you the only one to survive Ezaiya's crazed rampage?" The reporter asked.

"Um can we discuss this in private?" Monica asked.

"Of course." The reporter muttered as she turned off the cameras.