Angel lifted Fang slowly. All he could think was, It's the end. It's all over. I'm gonna die. And never see Max again.
Angel disagreed. "Fang! Stop thinking that! If you ever want to see Max again, then you're gonna want to think differently!"
She knew Max could hear what saying, and she would not approve of Fang giving up, even though she seemed to be giving up, too. She helped him walk down a long hallway, with a tall, black door at the end. They slowly approached it.
"Dang! You need a code," Angel said, looking at Fang sadly. She typed 123 and 135. They didn't work.
"Try... 370," Fang whispered, squinting slightly.
Angel shrugged and hit the buttons. The door popped open. "Good. How'd you know?" Angel asked. Fang shrugged. She crept out the door, with Fang leaning against her. Then she flipped out Fang's phone. "Does this thing have a GPS?" she asked. Fang nodded. She typed in Dr. Martinez's address, and it showed her a path. Angel felt tugging on something... her soul? She tried to pull herself away from it, but it tugged harder, and harder, and harder until she couldn't pull away any longer. She let the force take her, fealingweak, but she kept the grip on Fang's shirt.
"Angel?" someone Max's voice said. Maybe... Maybe it was Max!
"Max?" Angel asked, opening her eyes slowly. Max was waiting in front of her, her eyes worried. Angel sat up. "Fang? Fang?" she asked.
"Shhh, shhh, Mom's just checking him out," Max said, cradling Angel. "You brought him back." She kissed her head. "I'm going to go see him. Ig, put Ange in bed."
Ig took Angel to her bed. Total yapped and jumped up beside her. "Night, Ange," Max said. Angel just hoped Fang would be okay. She had a strong feeling about something, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She didn't want to think about it now. All she wanted to do was sleep.