"We've got a call, Sam, and I know you're new so I'll lead," Greg told his partner. Sam shot a nod and gathered the supplies that were necessary.

"Rockford? That's where they were? That must be nearly fifty miles from here. How'd they get so far ahead of us?" the young, blond petite asked. She scratched her head. "They have connections."

"Must have. Okay, let's get on the move, people!" Greg ordered. Sam and Jennifer followed.

It was only about an hour later when the three rode down the highway, passing into a small town in the outskirts of Illinois. Sam was busy in thought of the past assignment when they passed a tremendous crash scene that made his jaw drop. He knew he had seen that tipped over car before, but where?"

"Wow, someone sure had a wreck," Greg announced, shattering the angel's thoughts. Sam absentmindedly nodded and sighed. Then reality hit him and his past thoughts came back. Where had he seen that car?

"Yeah, I heard about it in the news last night," Jennifer explained. "They have to leave everything that was involved in the accident there, for they don't quite know who's at fault yet. I guess the one driver died. She was only in her twenties. The other two were a couple. The woman was driving her husband to work. As far as the files go, he's been working at the firehall across town for more than seven years. When they were showing the wreckage on TV, they told that the wife was put into critic condition, and not expected to live. The husband…actually, it's quite a miracle. The husband was looked over, and the doctors found no serious injuries. They showed a picture of him on TV. He's nice looking. Short, blond hair, blue eyes, and a heck of a beautiful wife. She has shoulder-length auburn hair, exquisite brown eyes, and the prettiest smile.

"Um…Jennifer, did they happen to the name the two victims?" Sam asked nervously, hoping he wouldn't hear what he just knew was about to flow from her lips.

"Yeah, actually they did. She was a Mary…no…maybe it was M…Martha…. No, not quite. It started with an 'm' though. Oh! I know, Monica! Yeah, I remember thinking of how beautiful a name that was. He was Adam…I think. No, it was Andrew. Yeah, now I remember. Andrew and Monica Dahline!"

Sam nearly stopped breathing as he studied the crash scene one more time. Then, the car, once again, started to move pulling away from the red stoplight that had just turned green. The angel sank down in his seat. He closed his eyes tightly and held his breath. He knew he had recognized the car. When he and Tess had gone to the house that the two younger angels were staying at, they had observed things ahead of time. Sam had thought he knew what was going on in the Plan, but now, things were not looking as clear as he had expected.

"God, I know you can do anything," Sam said silently. "So heal your angels."

"I don't understand!" Andrew snapped in the officer's face. "We didn't…she didn't do anything wrong. That maniac woman pulled out right in front of us!"

"Calm down, son," the eldest policeman said. He laid a hand on Andrew's back that the angel immediately threw off. "I know you're upset…isn't everyone else who gets put in this kind of situation? But you have to understand that sometimes it is easy to go through a red light…"

"We did not go through a red light!" Andrew spat. He rolled his eyes and then rested his head in his hands. "Like I said, the lady pulled out in front of us…"

"Officer McKellen, the three teens that were missing were reported found and in this very town. The child services are on their way, but if we could just track them down and find them, then we could do a whole lot for those child services," the younger officer said, storming into the room where Andrew was being questioned. "Get anywhere with our Mr. Dahline?" Officer McKellen shook his head.

"Send out some of ours, but first," the eldest began. "But first make sure you get enough info and evidence that these are the ones."

"You're not going to believe this either. The woman who reported them said that they stole food from the diner. Actually, the woman who reported them works in that diner down the road. She called about fifteen minutes ago."

"Well, Kevin, like I said, make sure…"

"Dad! I've had enough of this! I know what I'm doing just as well as you do!" Kevin yelled. He took one last, angry glance at Andrew and stomped out of the room.

"That's my boy…he'll never listen to me. Nope! I'm just his old man." Andrew sat silent and looked up from his burrowing place. "So, what was I saying? Oh, yes. Now, Andrew, can you tell me anything about last night? Anything will do."

"Yes, I can! We're not guilty! I can even remember Monica just stopping for the red light when all I saw was a bright light in front of us. The idiot went through her orange light. Doesn't the orange mean: caution? Isn't that why they give you a warning, so people know that they are other's on the opposite side of the street?" Andrew buried his again and let out a heavy sigh.

"Well," Officer McKellen began. "Doesn't look like I'm going to get anymore out of you this morning. I'll take you back to your cell."

"I can't believe you're holding me!" Andrew yelled. He shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Why don't you believe me?"

"Son, if I believed every single human being who came into this tiny chamber, where would I get? Huh? What if I believed every murderer and criminal that told me that they didn't do it?"

"I'm not a murderer or a criminal. I'm an angel!" Andrew cried.

"Good one," the officer laughed. "And I'm God. You know, I've heard people say that they're rich and that they've got connections to get them out of here, but an angel…well if that ain't dumb and totally original, I don't know what is."

"I am an angel!" Andrew told the policeman. "I truly am! Oh, God, I need a little backup here." Andrew looked up and McKellen broke the silence.

"So, you would be doing what?"

"This is usually the part when I start to glow…" Andrew began. He realized how totally humiliated he felt. No light, no words, no one. Why wasn't God helping him? That's when he remembered how human he was now.

As the officer led him back to his cell, Andrew thought about the past night's events. What if Monica had really killed that woman? What if she and him were responsible? Would the Father let them go to jail and suffer a life sentence…or what if…no, angels couldn't…but they weren't angels anymore. They could even be sentenced to the chair. Andrew shook his head as the heavy gate swung shut and he was left sitting in darkness, only the rising sun peaking through the tiny window. God wouldn't let that happen to me…to Monica. He just couldn't.