"You misunderstood me," Uriel responded, looking a little to cheerful about it all for Sam's liking. He boldly walked toward them. Sam pulled Heather close to him, backing away, but Uriel didn't seem to think much of it. He easily strode past the pair, a hand rising thoughtfully to his chin. He seemed to consider something for a moment before a decisive look dropped over his features. "I know just the moment. After all, it was all anyone could talk about after it happened."
The church suddenly began to blend away. Walls shifted into place, closing in all around them. It was dark. A lot darker than it had been before. They were standing in an old house, with wallpaper that was peeling away and carpeting that looked as though it was long overdue for a good cleaning. The place was obviously abandoned. Or it had been. Voices could easily be heard from the room ahead. Two voices, both very familiar.
"Go on," Uriel said, his voice calm, "you know you want to look."
Sam angrily turned to face him, but just like that, the angel had vanished. It was just him and Heather. And the voices ahead. Sam certainly wasn't going to deny that he was curious. But he didn't know if he wanted to see whatever it was that Uriel was trying to show them. He looked over to Heather, a wary expression clouding his face.