"Amy? What happened?" The girl was standing, pool cue in hand, five feet away from a shattered mirror. A cue ball was sitting in the middle of the shards. "Amy? You ok?"

"I broke the mirror."

"I see that."

"I didn't mean to. The ball bounced off…"

"You must have really hit it."

"Hard as I could." She put the cue down. "I'm mad."

"I can see that."

"Can you blame me?"

"Can't say as I do."

"Help me clean it up?"

"Of course." He knelt next to her as she began to carefully put the pieces into a garbage can. "Is this how you deal with things when you're angry?"

"Not usually." She said, not looking at him. "Usually I just lift or something, let off some steam…" Amy stopped. "Usually I go out and play basketball."

"I'm sorry." He touched her arm. "You know I'm here, right?"

"Yeah." She looked at him. "I just need to handle this my way."

"I understand. Just as long as it doesn't involve any sharp objects, ok?"

Amy laughed. "Deal."



"Food is getting scarce." Monica said to Tess and Andrew, who had joined her, unseen to anyone else. "And there are about eight people getting sick from the cold. Will they be found soon?"

"I don't know, baby." Tess said. "But we just wanted to make sure you had everything under control."

"I do. But couldn't one of you stay here with me?"

"No. I'm sorry, but we need to be with Amy and Christopher." Tess said. "And we better get going now."

Andrew looked once more at Monica, hating himself for leaving. But as if she'd heard his thoughts, she looked up and met his gaze, smiling gently. "Go."

Tess looked at them, puzzled. What was this? Andrew never had a problem doing his job before. And Monica had never had that look in her eyes before that she'd seen. And then the Father provided her with the answer. Tess sighed. Oh, no…



Back in Amy's town, Tess pulled Andrew with her to a van sitting in the airport parking lot. It was Amy's parents', and it would be towed if it stayed there much longer. She let Andrew drive so she could concentrate on what she was saying. It wasn't going to be easy.

"Angel boy, what is this new thing with you and Monica?" She finally asked.

Andrew looked at her, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Don't give me that, you know exactly what I mean."

"Ok, ok." He sighed. "Monica and I… Tess, I love her."

"I know, baby, I love her too, and she loves us."

"No, Tess. I love her."

"Are you sure?"

Andrew looked at her, becoming angry at what she was saying. "Wait a minute, Tess, what is this? You—you can't just—"

"I'm not, baby. You and Monica have always shared a special bond. I'm not denying that. But you've both been in human form for so long, I wonder if it's affecting you, causing you to see things that aren't really there. You understand?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I understand, but Tess, we thought about this a lot, and we're sure. We know how we feel, and we got the Father's blessing. I know you're probably resistant to the idea, but…"

"Just be careful, baby." Tess said as they pulled into the driveway. "That's all I'm saying."