"Hello Angel," Dylan greeted walking into the rather small tent the CSM had given the flock for their stay in Africa. He had to slouch in order to keep from hitting his head on the ceiling, something he wasn't very used to.

The little blond girl looked up at him with a beaming smile setting down the dirty teddy bear she was toying with. "Hello Dylan." Angel paused for a moment, her pupils dilating, before she said in what seemed to be a rather aggravated tone: "You're here for Max." It wasn't a question or opinion, but pure fact.

Dylan nodded. "Is she here?"

Angel shrugged turning her attention back to the bear. "No. She's off trying to be everyone's hero." Another pause. "Its stupid that she tries," she mused aloud. "You can't make everyone happy." Dylan watched in strange interest as Angel picked at the plastic eye of the bear tearing it out and plopping it down beside her.

Dylan rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Then what do you suppose she should do?" He questioned, wondering if all seven year olds talked like this.

"Do what's in our best interest, something that will help us the most," Angel replied not looking up at Dylan.

He pursed his lips. If Max hadn't been in the tent, Dylan had planned to bid farewell and leave, but this little girl was certainly catching his interest. "That seems a little selfish," he thought aloud shifting his weight around to make himself more comfortable. He knew he was probably going to stay awhile.

"No," Angel said plucking out the other eye. "We can still help people. We just need to help ourselves, too. We're just as important as anyone else."

"So you don't think Max is a good leader?" Dylan asked. In all his eight months of living, he had never really delved into subjects like this. Just simple things, like math and biology, things with a straightforward answer.

Angel let out a laugh, a laugh that didn't seem childlike at all. "Of course not!" She exclaimed. "I've been telling her I should take over, but she just won't listen to me." Angel set the bear down and looked Dylan straight in the eye. "What about you?" she questioned. "What do you think?"

Dylan twirled a piece of hair in his finger. "Think about what?" He didn't like feeling this dumb. It reminded him of the main character in a book he read. It was about a mouse, and a man with a low IQ who had a hard time understanding things – the book was Flowers for Al, or something. Now he knew how frustrating that character must have felt.

"You know, about who should be leader," Angel told him smoothing out her pink dress. "Me or Max?"

It was a hard question. He but his lower lip and fidgeted, not wanting to lie to angel – not that he could, with her special powers. "I think you would make a great leader," Dylan decided. After all, if Max didn't have to exult all her energy and time managing the flock, she could spend more time with him.

Angel smiled as she stood up brushing off bits of debris from her dress. "I knew there was a reason I liked you," she said skipping out of the tent.

Dylan grinned, happy to win the little girl's approval. Only five more to go.

Next up is... someone.