I am not the writer of Monk as indicated being that Trudy is dead. I wouldn't have put him through that lol. I do own the angel


Monk was asleep in his bed when he was suddenly awaken by a glow of light. He looked up and saw an angel.

"Who are you," he asked

"I am an angel," the angel told him, "and I have been sent here to help you"

"Where were you four years ago," he asked bitterly, "when the bombing took place?"

"I can help you get past your OCD. My boss has authorized me to grant you anything you want… anything at all if you can go 24 hours without cleaning straightening or touching anything"

"All I want is Trudy back," he told the angel, "did your boss authorize you to do that"

"Be back in a jiffy," the angel said then disappeared.

"That's what I figured," Monk muttered to himself

Then the angel appeared to him once more.

"Yes," he replied, "my boss says that if you go 24 hours without cleaning, straightening or touching anything, no wipes or anything like that you may have your wife back"

"REALLY," Monk asked excitedly

"Understand though it will not be an easy task"

"I know," Monk replied

"And things will be a little challenging and different," the angel added, "for day at least"

"Yeah," Monk said laughing joyfully, "I get it"

"You need to be strong"

"I can be strong when I have to be," he said, "and I can be firm when I have to be"

"I know you can," the angel said

The next day Adrian Monk woke up and he noticed that the picture of Trudy was uneven. His instinctive reaction was to go clean it up but he heard the angels voice.

"Would you rather have a straightened picture of Trudy or Trudy herself"

Monk cocked his head to the side

"Actually," he said, "the picture looks good on a tilt"

"That's what I thought"

Monk decided that it would be better if he was out of the house. That way he couldn't focus on what isn't right. But everything was off. The grass was uneven the bench had colors rotting off.

It was a LONG and tormenting day for Adrian Monk. By the end of the day he thought he would lose his mind.

"Adrian," the angel said, "you're doing great"

"I still have 12 hours left to go"

"You need to be strong," the angel said, "remember you're doing this for Trudy"

Twelve more hours of uneven pictures and missing things would be worth it. It would all be worth it, he told himself. It would. The next day when he woke up Trudy was beside him and even though everything was tilted his life was finally straight again.