Amy looked up, startled, as the show she'd been watching switched off and a news brief screen appeared. "This had better not be another over-zealous weatherman saying we're gonna get another centimeter of snow." She said crankily to Andrew. Then she sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm just on edge. I wonder when my parents are going to get home."

"I'm sure it'll be soon." Andrew said, trying to think of something else to say. But then it was all in the open.

"A passenger plane flying out of Florida has disappeared…" Was all Amy heard, and then she turned off the closed captioning to see the scrolling words at the bottom.

"Flight 251? Andrew, tell me my parents weren't on Flight 251." She begged, looking at him. He looked back at her and shook his head. "Andrew…" She gasped, looking back at the television. "Are they dead? Would you know?"

"They aren't dead, Amy."

"Well, go get them! What are you doing here?"

"Amy, I can't do that."

"You're an angel! Zap yourself over and pick them up!"

"I can't! Listen to me. There is nothing I'd love more than to be able to go and save all those people, but that isn't what I'm supposed to do."

"Why the hell not?"

"Amy!" Andrew was stunned at her language. "Look, Amy, I was allowed to tell you that they're alive, but I don't know how long it's going to be until someone finds the wreck. By then… I really don't know what's going to happen."

"They could die?"

Andrew nodded slowly. "It is a possibility."

"Oh my God. Oh my God, it's my fault! It's my fault, I made them get on that plane!"

"No, Amy, stop it!" Andrew grabbed her arm as she started to run away. "Amy, listen to me. It is not your fault."

"Yes it is…"

"No it's not." Monica appeared then, glowing brilliantly.

"Ok, I get it, you're an angel, must you blind me?" Amy snapped, falling back onto the couch.

"Amy, if your parents hadn't been on that plane, the number of deaths might have been incredible. Your father took charge and helped everyone get out before it exploded."

"Exploded?" She croaked.

"Yes. Your parents have been elected as temporary leaders of the site until help comes. You should be very proud of them."

Amy looked from one angel to the other. "But you can't help them." Both Andrew and Monica remained silent. "Fine. I'll be downstairs."

Andrew sighed and patted the couch next to him, inviting Monica to sit for a minute before she had to go back.

"Oh, Andrew, I don't know what to do. This assignment has been so long, I can't imagine failure now. But what if something goes wrong?"

Andrew pulled out his pocket watch. "This was given to me by one of my first assignments. He taught me so much, Monica, that I never would've learned on my own. He told me it represented truth, protection, and love." He looked up at her, reaching up with one hand to brush her hair away from her face. "I can't go with you for this part of this assignment. So I want you to take this with you. Maybe it'll help you remember that it'll be all right."

Monica stared as he pressed the watch into her hand. "Andrew, you're never without this watch."

"I know. But it'll be safe with you. I trust you." He pulled her close and kissed her once, and she smiled and faded away, going back to the crash site. And Andrew heard the beginning of another crash site coming from the basement.





***Well, I don't know if that's actually where Andrew got his watch from, but he always has it, so I figure why not give it a story of its own? You wouldn't happen to know where it DID come from, wouldja?