Andrew and Gloria wandered the dark park. They prayed and patiently waited for some answer from the Father. Where had they taken Monica? Frankly, Andrew preferred not to know for he had a good guess.

"Andrew," Gloria shuttered. She was still shaken up from the last incident. She wiped her tear stained cheeks. "Can't we do something more? Monica is in trouble and needs help."

"I know, Gloria," Andrew replied sadly. "Right now we can only pray and put Monica in God's hands."

"And what about Tess?" she asked abruptly.

We have to pray for her too. Most likely she ahs no idea what has happened her today," Andrew told his friend.

Gloria nodded and closed her brown eyes tightly. There wasn't an answer heard. Only the rearing of engines and the buzzing of streetlights filled their ears.

"I can't hear Him," Gloria said after a moment. "God isn't telling me anything."

"Maybe that's a sign that He doesn't wasn't us to know our friends whereabouts. Why don't we ask God to protect them instead of asking where they are," Andrew suggested.

Suddenly footsteps beat the ground behind the two angels. They both turned around and were relieved to find Sam standing there surrounded by a glorious light.

"Sam!" Gloria cried. She ran and hugged the angel tightly, nearly knocking him over. Sam smiled and was eased when Gloria released. "You're a life saver, Sam. Well, you probably know about what's happened her better than we do."

"Sam," Andrew asked. "Do you know where Monica and Tess are?"

"I know where Monica is, but I do not whish to speak of it," the older angel answered as he shivered.

"And Tess?" Gloria asked eagerly.

"Well, I'm on my way to see her. What happened tonight, was done by all evil. It played a hindrance in many lives, including Amy's which by the way, Andrew, you'll be taking over that assignment."

Gloria and Andrew peered at Sam in wonder. He hardly seemed to be effected by Monica's disappearance. Didn't it bother him that the enemy was holding her hostage?

"Sam," Andrew asked in astonishment. "Monica is in a place where no angel should have to be. She is in the presence of one that no angel should have to face. I didn't even think it was legal for them to just rush in and take her. I though they couldn't force her to do anything that she didn't want to!" Andrew exclaimed. "Doesn't any of this matter to you?"

"Of course it does, Andrew. I feel terrible that this had to happen to Monica. But God has a plan and somewhere in that plan, He wanted Monica to be put to the test."

"You call sending an innocent angel to Hell a test?" Andrew gasped. "I don't get it!" he stormed.

"I don't either right now," Sam said softly. He put a strong arm around Andrew.

"You didn't see the look on her face, Sam," Andrew said. Tears were streaming down his pale face. "I never want to see her that scared again. Never! I hated it. And here I was getting my anger out on one of them."

"It was one of the scariest moments of my life," Gloria stated in a scared voice. She shivered as she thought about it. "Being grasped in human form by someone is terrible. I was stripped of my angelic powers! It was so…so awful," Gloria cried.

"I'm sorry you had to experience that, Gloria," Sam said in a loving voice. "I really am. And, Andrew, whatever happens to Monica, just remember to keep trusting the Father. I know how much you care for her. You should after how long you've been working with her," Sam said. "Now put your feet on the ground, keep praying, and move on. Monica will be fine."

Sam smiled at both of them and walked down the trail. He disappeared and the two angels were left standing in the middle of the park, both of them dazed and exhausted.

"I hope you know that I won't take my mind off of her one minute of the day!" Andrew cried after Sam who was by now gone. If this is a test for both of us then…then…" Andrew fell on the ground in a big heap. He wept heavily. Gloria almost cried when she saw how much pain he was in. She removed her glasses from her eyes that were fogged up.

"Andrew," she said softly. "Yelling won't bring her back. You cry. It's a good way to get your anger and mourning out."

Andrew looked up at Gloria. His green eyes were red. Gloria couldn't see the emerald dazzle that they normally carried.

"Andrew," she said again. She embraced him as he cried. Then her eyes too began to water. Andrew tried to smile at her but it was useless. Anger and sadness had taken over his mind. He was so confused and lost.

"Thank you, Gloria," he mumbled. Finally a slight smile grew on his face. But still no sign of happiness shone in his eyes.

"Don't worry," Gloria told him. "She's in God's hands."