Chapter Two: Becoming a Traveler.

Amy spent several hours in Castiel's heaven, trying to figure out why he preferred to stay here in comparison to all others. The sky was bright blue, and grass was appealing. She sat down, cross legged, apprehensive of the task that lay in front of her. She had to look for her vessel.

Amy had never really thought about being human or visiting earth in Human garbs. She was content to look from audience. But now she concentrated, looking for a soul that mirrored her grace.

And suddenly, she felt a flare. She closed her eyes, and concentrated on the image of a beautiful woman in her mid-twenties, leaning out of a car window. She focused. She saw that the woman was in middle of a sea of cars, the weird human contraptions, and the woman kept leaning out of the window to look at the line of cars ahead of her. Amy looked for a name. This woman was called Amelia.

Amelia breathed deeply, trying to calm herself. She was already giving up on this day. She would never get to work on time. Again. She was more frustrated with herself than the people in front of her, but she couldn't help venting it out on them.

And suddenly she heard someone calling her name, as though the caller stood very far, yet the call was crisp and clear. She shook her head, first the hell-ride, and now the Madness, no thank you very much dear life, she said to herself.

And all of a sudden there was a rush and the lines of cars began moving, fast and smooth. She thanked the god she didn't believe in and rushed with the frenzy of the traffic.

At work, she took her lunch to the corner window seat in the cafeteria and stared listlessly at the sky. Just then, she saw the image of herself in the clouds, and she heard that voice again, "Hello Amelia, I'm Amy." She shook her head to clear her eyes, and the vision was gone and so was the voice. She was unsettled by this weird crap. She finished her food in once gulp and went back to her desk.

And her stars had apparently run out of any luck on the planet, since the boss chose her to be his punching bag. It was quite late, and she was still sitting in front of her computer screen, furiously typing letters that her boss had forgotten to send a week ago. It was when she stopped for a minute that she heard the voice again. "Hello Amelia, I'm Amy."

"Who the Fuck are you and where the hell are you?"

"I'm an angel, Amelia, and my name is Amy. I'm in heaven right now, but you can hear my voice through telepathy."

"Ok Weirdo leave out the crap and come out now. I've had enough shit to deal with in a lifetime."

"I'm not joking Amelia. I'm an angel and I need your help. I need to visit the earth for an important mission, a heavenly errand."

"Am I dreaming? I need to snap out right now." "You are dreaming, because that's how telepathy works. I'm in severe crisis and I need you to help me."

"How can I help an angel? I haven't been able to help myself."

"I know of all the loss and pain you have suffered. I need to visit earth, but I'm an angel, and do not have a human body to inhabit the earth. I wish to ask you for a favor. I need to fill you with my grace, because that is how I can reside on earth."

"Will it be painful? Will you possess me?"

"Technically I will possess you, but I can take all your pain, past and present, all the loss, I can wipe away. You will be able to sense everything, but only if you choose to do so. I can put you in deep slumber if you want me to, away from all the hurt of the world."

Amelia lingered at the thought of the way out. Life was shitty. This was the break, the point of escape. And she wasn't going to let it go. At least she should have a way out in her dreams.

"I want to sleep. I want to forget everything that's going on. I want to forget that I have a hell of a life, and I want to forget how much it has all pained me." Amy whispered in her sleep. "I can do that, do you want me to come to you now?" "Yes."

Suddenly she was wide awake. She looked around her, there was no one. And then suddenly there was piercing blue light, and she was sleeping, effortless, dreamless and painless.

Amy felt a weird knot in her stomach, a knot that kept twisting strangely, and wouldn't go away. She couldn't understand what this was. Probably what felt like possessing a human, she thought. She wanted to make it go away, but the more she thought of the sleeping girl in the body, the more the knot kept twisting.