This was just another quick idea that popped into my head tonight. I hope that you like it!

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"No way, Tess!" Gloria laughed as she sat with her elder angel on top of the Mackinaw Bridge. The sun was setting, and for once, the sky had become suddenly free of clouds, and colors inundated the sky.

"Yes way, little one," Tess replied with a large smile.

"I don't believe it!"

"You better believe it Gloria!"

"Tess, I just can't imagine you in the circus!"

"Well, that was what the father had called me for, and when I showed up, they had a great opening as an animal trainer. Besides, they weren't called circuses back then. In the High Middle Ages, they were referred to as fairs. A place to shop, sell, and relax from the impoverished standings from all across the land. It's one of my best memories yet."

"I would have loved to have witnessed that! Why were you there anyway?"

"Well, you know, Gloria. Normal business. Taking care of the Father's messages to his children in need. This period of time was very chaotic for those people – you must understand. The social standings were extremely different, and the heavily populated side leaned towards extremely poor peasants whom were desperate to make enough money at anything they could. Plus not to mention the corruption with the Church. But that was a long time ago, and all that there is to remember are good and funny memories."

"I wish I had memories like that," Gloria sighed.

"Don't worry baby, you will one day. In fact in a couple hundred years from now, you'll be sitting with your own Angel Baby and you'll be telling them about all of the hilarious cases the three (and sometimes four) of us have been on."

"Speaking of three of us – do you know where Monica is?" Gloria looked around. "She was supposed to meet us up here right before the sunset so we could all witness it together."

"Well, knowing Monica, she probably is down in San Francisco right now testing out all of the coffee shops. Their sunset won't happen for a few hours, and she'll most likely be sitting up upon that old Golden Gate Bridge." The two of them laughed together. Monica – after all – could get a bit turned around with so many different places in the US to visit. The sun by then had gone down and the lights down the bridge had lit up, illuminating the two lakes beneath it.

Breaking the soothing silence were two police vehicles followed by an ambulance with streaming red lights. After the two government rescue automobiles had raced by, the two angels atop of the bridge noticed a small white glow walking across the road as the late night traffic returned to its normal flow.

"Tess, is that Andrew down there?" Gloria squinted.

"I believe it is, come on Angel Baby, let's go see what he's up to," Tess suggested.

"Andrew!" Gloria shouted as she ran over to the male angel.

"Hello Angel Boy. Is everything all right? We saw the police and paramedics," Tess noted.

"About that Tess," Andrew started.

"They were driving really fast," Gloria interrupted.

"I concur, they usually don't drive so fast down a bridge unless it's serious," Tess added.

"I know, it is," Andrew tried again.

"Did someone flip off of the bridge?" Gloria thought.

"Or was there a collision?" Tess imagined.

"No!" Andrew shouted forcing the two giddy angels stop talking and finally listen. "There has been an accident. A very serious one. And we know who was involved."

"Andrew, we know so many humans, could you please be a little more specific?" Tess urged.

"Tess, Gloria," he hesitated. "I'm afraid that it wasn't a human – it was Monica."