It had been about a week since Kansiel left him in the forest behind his apartment. He was starting to get worried.

She's been gone longer! Don't worry about her. Besides she's an angel, she can take care of herself.

But what if she can't? What if she's hurt and can't call me? Or she got kidnapped or something! I have to make sure she's okay! But how?

So he thought about the best thing he could do.

Okay, we'll go there...In the morning

This was a stupid idea, I should have never come!

Shhh, this was your idea! He scrunched up his face and looked to the side Oh great now I'm talking to myself.

Once it was over he stood from the pew and walked over to the priest.

"Umm Father?" Morgan asked, unsure

"Yes? Oh hello, you must be new. What do you need?"

"How do you Uhm..." He paused knowing what he was about to say was stupid, "Okay, how do you- wait no how can you talk to an...angel?"

The priest caught off guard, looked a bit surprised, then he smiled. "You pray. You've never prayed before, have you?" He asked when Morgan looked away at the word pray.

Morgan sighed, "No, I've never prayed before. My family was never the religious type." The word, pray, felt foreign in his mouth.

"Don't worry it's not that hard. You just put your hands together like this," The priest put his hands together like he was high fiving himself, "and you address the one of whom you would like to speak to. Then you say what you would like help with and end the prayer saying 'Amen'."

"Okay, cool thanks." He turned to leave waving behind him.

"Wait!" Morgan looked back at the priest, "If I may ask, what is the name of the angel you want to pray to?"

Morgan smiled fondly, "Kansiel. Her name is Kansiel." He left.

Leaving the priest confused and a bit scared.

Morgan sat on his bed putting his hands together. "Uhh okay. Kansiel, I ask of you to come to uhh.." he paused trying to remember his address, then he looked it up, "16021 18th St SE, Hunter, ND 58048" He looked up from his phone, "Oh wait uhh. Amen?" He looked around his shared room.

"Yo dude did you just pray?" He didn't notice the door opening and jumped. He looked to one of his roommates.

"Uhh yeah? You need somethin'?"

Henry pointed his phone on his bed. Morgan got, grabbed it, and threw it at him. Luckily Henry was a good catcher.

"Thanks, dude." He turned, waved and closed the door.

"Yeah course." He looked over the room again, knowing full well that she wasn't coming. He sighed and laid down on his bed.

He woke up to knocking on his door.

"Hey dude someones here for you."

The first he thought was.. Kansiel!? He got up, "Ugh head rush." but he still rushed over to his door. He opens it so fast Henry was surprised that it didn't break off its hinges.

"Oh, it's just you." He slumped, his face from excited and happy to sad and a bit mad.

"Wha-?" Lily looked up and furrowed her brow and frowned.

He realized what he had said and took up a defensive stance, hands in front of him, right leg going back to help him stand his ground and his torso dropped bending his knees. "No! Wait I'm sorry!"

"Calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you ya loser." She crossed her arms, "Come on let's go to your room, I wanna talk."

Morgan got out of his stance and let his sister in his room. He looked back at the small living room and saw George, another one of his roommates, looking longingly towards his sister. He caught his attention and glared at him. He saw the fear in his eyes grow. "Come on loser, hurry up!" He glared a bit longer. Once he was satisfied with the amount of fear he put in his friend's eyes he turned and shut the door behind himself.

"What'd ya wanna talk about?" He walked to his bed and sat down.

She looked at him, "I was told you were praying? What's that about?" She crossed her arms again.

Morgan looked surprised, surprised that that's what she came for. "Because I wanted to? Why else?"

"I know you. You don't do something 'because you want to.'" She lowered her voice, quoting him, "What girl problems? Ha!" She smiled, he was happy that she was happy but not happy that she was making fun of him and his 'girl problems'.

"No. And I haven't had 'girl problems' since Hailey. So, shut up." He scooted back so his back and head could meet the headboard, and to make room for his sister.

They continued to talk, soon moving away from the subject of praying. She left going back to the girl's dorms to study and stuff.

He went to sleep and dreamt about old memories of a happy family and a loving mother.