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I landed to see that I had been placed in the room of the girl—Lillian, as I was to call her now. Her long, bright hair hung delicately as she lay on her bed with an open notebook in front of her and no words on the page. I could sense that she was frustrated, but unable to give explanation to her emotions. "What's wrong with me?" she muttered to herself.
"Absolutely nothing," I answered after seeing Master nod in my direction.
The notebook and pencil flew up in the air as Lillian jumped in surprise. "You know, you might want to think about the consequences of scaring someone half to death before you do that again," she said sarcastically.
"And you might want to think about the consequences of keeping everything in," I shot back surprisingly calmly as I motioned toward her disheveled notebook.
I could almost see the confusion and fear whirling around in Lillian's mind. Instantly, a wall dropped between us, and she spat out, "Just who the heck do you think you are?"
I briefly turned toward Master, whom Lillian still had yet to notice beside her. Master nodded his permission.
"Lillian Anne Truscott, I am your guardian angel."
She burst out laughing hysterically. "That's hilarious! Like that would ever happen! Me, having a guar—oh, my gosh, you're serious, aren't you?" she abruptly stopped laughing and said.
I simply looked at Lillian, knowing that she still doubted me.
"Do you honestly believe that? I mean, are you really serious? You couldn't be, can't be, aren't. I mean . . . are you sure?" Lillian rambled on in one breath.
"Does she believe me?" I turned and asked Master.
Lillian stared at me strangely and asked, "Who are you talking to?"
I turned from Master to Lillian, then back, and realized that Master was shielding Himself from her vision. I wondered why He would want to remain hidden, for everyone I knew had been in His presence since our beginning. But then again, this was Earth.
I couldn't lie to Lillian about who I was talking to, and I hastily glanced at Master, hoping for direction. Strangely enough, the place where Master had been was empty, and the thought crossed my mind that I, too, was being shielded from sight. Things were getting stranger and stranger, but Lillian still sat there expectantly, waiting for an answer. So I gave her the only answer I could think of.
"My name is Mckaenna."
Lillian's eyes grew wide, and her face suddenly twisted in pain. I didn't understand why.
"Are you alright?" I asked.
Lillian's face changed back, but she ignored my question.
"Do you want to get a hot dog?" she asked suddenly, springing up from the bed and grabbing her very large tennis shoes with the word "Vans" embellished on them without giving me a chance to answer.
"I don't know if I can eat a hot dog. Why is the name of an automobile on your shoes?"
Lillian looked at me as if I had just landed from another planet—which, in a sense, I had. "If you're not an angel," she shook her head, "then you have got some serious problems, my friend."