John tried to continue the text in front of him, but the words kept blurring and his head kept pounding. He took another drag of the whiskey in front of him and sighed as the pounding started to lessen and he was able to concentrate on the words again.

Getting to the end, he grumbled as he closed it and threw it to the side. He stood up and walked to the bathroom. After he relieved himself, he looked at himself in the mirror. There were dark smudges around his eyes and looked sunken in. He looked like he hadn't slept in ages, and that was probably true. He threw water in his face and went to the next book he had collected.

He would have to move on to the next town. He was getting weird looks from people in the street. This has been the tenth place he'd been in in the same number of months. He had to have read thousands of books, hoping to find something useful to save his family. He thought back to how Mary threw him out, and the sting was still fresh.

Getting through the next book, finding nothing yet, again. He decided it was time to move on, in the middle of the night so no one would notice him. He got into his newly stolen vehicle and got onto the highway, a bottle of whiskey beside him.

He got a decent way, maybe in the next state, when blue flashing lights came to life behind him. He pulled over to the side and hoped this would be over soon so that he could get on his face. A knock sounded on the window beside him, and he lowered the window.

"License and registration," the officer barked.

John grabbed the fake license that he made and the registration that came with the vehicle and gave it to the officer.

"Sure thing, officer," John slurred, handing over the documents.

The dark-skinned officer took the documents and handed them to an officer standing behind him that John didn't notice. The smaller man slowly walked back to the cruiser.

"Where are you going," the officer said, Porter John though the name tag read.

"Just driving. Was going to find a place stop when it felt right."

"Is that right?" Porter said with ease to his voice. "Do you know how fast you were going?"

"Not really, wouldn't think that I was going to fast."

The smaller officer made his way back to Porter and whispered in his ears. Porter nodded and turned his attention back to John.

"Sir, will you step outside of the vehicle."

"Is there a problem?" John asked, stumbling out of the car.

"Have you been drinking tonight," Porter asked.

"Just a little bit earlier," John lied. "Definitely out of my system."

"Is that right?" Porter asked sarcastically. "You reak of alcohol and I can see an open bottle beside you. Do you want to try that again." Porter didn't give John much of a chance to come up with another excuse before asking the man to turn around.

John did as he was asked and felt the metal of the handcuffs. He stumbled along and was placed in the back of the cruiser. He grumbled underneath his breath the entire time. He thought he was moving quickly enough that thing calling itself an angel wouldn't be able to find him. He just knew that he had been set up.

The ride was thankfully short as John felt his headache returning, especially when the bright white lights of the police station beamed into his face. He heard Porter talk to another officer he couldn't identify.

"You should put this guy in the drunk tank away from the others. He was talking crazy about angels and demons. Don't know what's he's on."

John was pushed around for a bit before he was placed on an empty bench. He heard the metal bars grate as the door closed. He closed his eyes and hoped his headache would go away soon.

John was finally drifting off to sleep when there was knocking against the metal bars. "What do you want?" John demanded.

"As I live and breathe," a feminine voice sounded. "We heard that you were alive again, but didn't want to believe it. I mean, what are the chances."

John quickly opened his eyes and sat upon the bench, ignoring the pounding and feeling of dizziness. In front of him stood a female officer with a gigantic smirk.

"What are you?" he demanded. "What do you want?"

Instead of answering the question, the officer closed her eyes and when they opened again, they were pitch black. "Now, I want information about the angel."

"There's no such thing as angels," John stated.

"Oh, they're very real, and a certain one in a trench coat has been giving us trouble. Seems he's done the same to you. Now, the others put in the report about the crazy things you were spuing. I just had to see it for myself. Imagine my surprise when you talked at an angel having a baby."

As John's face whitened from the information he was hearing, the demon continued. "Now, we're going to leave here, and you are going to give us information."

"And if I don't?" John asked.

"Well, I hope that you deal with pain well."