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thatdarncat (thatdarncat) wrote in silverage,

"Boy, I should try and run into angels more often," she thought as she moved her arm around, now pain free. She did not notice his watching something invisible, distracted as she was by the sudden burst of energy she had from her repaired shoulder.

She gave him a quick farewell, barely managing to get out a "See you later" before he was gone. For several moments she stood silently in the living room, noticing there was a sudden feeling of emptiness now that the angel had left.

The absurdity of the situation washed over her, and as she retreated to her bedroom to call work - the flu, she would say - she wondered if she hadn't dreamt it all. But no - Isis was still moping under the bed, and she felt no pain in her shoulder at all. She decided that if he indeed returned tonight, that would be proof enough. And if he didn't, well, that was a clear indication that she definitely needed to stay home from work that day.

With a small sigh, she began gathering her tools.

"Isis, it's going to be a very long day,"