The angels ran to the scene, shocked and astonished. Kathleen lurked in the background, smirking and then disappeared. Andrew and Tess exchanged glances and sighed.

"Tess, why?" the angel of death asked.

"I don't know, Baby, I just don't know. We were heading into darkness to begin with. I didn't think it would go this far. I just didn't think it would."

"But it did, Tess," Gloria mumbled under her breath. She put her hand over her mouth as she heard someone cry out. "Someone was in there and…" she stopped. "This is like my first day as a caseworker. It's happening just like it. No," Gloria shook her head. She put her hand on her forehead and stared at the building.

"Excuse me," Andrew said. He held up his stopwatch and patted Tess on the back. His face held a sad and disappointed look.

"No!" Gloria exclaimed. "That's Amy!" She ran towards a figure that lay on the ground, unconscious and hardly breathing. "This is exactly like that day…"

"Oh no," Tess said. "This was the disaster that was in store for her. This is why Teresa is here." Everyone turned his or her glance to the blond woman who huddled down next to her sister. She wept and held her tightly.

"I think you're right, Tess," Sam uttered. He bent down and put his hand on a man's neck to feel his pulse. Andrew shook his head and motioned for Sam to step aside. Andrew grabbed the man's hand and squeezed it. The man opened his eyes and smiled.

"I've been waiting for you," he joked. Andrew chuckled.

"Are you ready?"

"More than ever," he replied.

The two ladies and Sam smiled. Then they all turned back towards Teresa who was on the phone with 911.

"Teresa," Tess said after she was off the phone. "Everything is going to be okay. Just make sure you stay with Amy in this time of pain and suffering. Besides that, her husband is going to leave her. Comfort her and persuade her to keep going."

Teresa nodded and wiped a tear from her cheek.

"I love her so much. I knew where she lived, but there was something in our childhood that has kept me from staying in contact."

"Here comes the ambulance," Gloria announced.

Andrew pounded on the almost broken door. He held his breath and hoped that it wouldn't fall over. To his surprise, almost immediately after he had laid a hand on the door had a man answered. He was wearing jeans and a white T-shirt.

"What can I do for you?" he asked abruptly. He glanced all around Andrew as if he were looking for someone else. "No one sent you?" he asked. Andrew nodded.

"Actually someone did. I work for God and he sends me to people who are in need of an angel."

Roy laughed. "You're an angel?"

"Yes, I am."

A brilliant light came upon Andrew and Roy gulped.

"I believe we need to have a talk," Andrew said. He slammed the door behind him. It fell off its hinges. Before it could hit the floor, Andrew turned around and motioned his hand upward. The door rose back up and sat perfectly still in its spot. Roy stared at Andrew in amazement.

"You really are?"

Andrew nodded and smiled.

Meanwhile…
The rest of the group helped people who had survived out of the debris. Some were unconscious, some in comas, and some just badly injured.

"I can't believe Kathleen would do something like this," Gloria gasped. "She's just one demon."

"And you're just one angel but yet each day you tend to save someone's life, help someone in a bad situation, or encourage them on," Tess pointed out. "It's easier to light a stick of dynamite than you think. It's the guilt that usually stops you. But not Kathleen, she doesn't have a conscious."

"You know," Sam said. "Maybe you're wrong, Tess. Everyone has a conscious, it's just that some don't know how to follow it."

The three angels peered at the stretcher that held Amy's limp body. She had started breathing easier once they had hooked her up to oxygen. She was being wheeled away, Teresa sticking at her side the whole time.

"I feel terrible for Teresa," Andrew said as he joined the group once again. "She has to…never mind."

"What, Angel Boy," Tess asked curiously.

"I'm not supposed to tell you, but Amy is going to…well, Amy's going to die." Andrew looked at the ground.

"When?" Gloria asked. "She's my assignment!"

"And you did a good job with her," Sam pointed out. "Now it's her time. It could have not been her time today, but someone chose to do this."

"More like someone wanted to do this," Andrew said with a sigh.

"You can't say that, Angel Boy, maybe she really didn't want to and you know who I speak of."

"Tess," Gloria started. "I just thought of something. You didn't tell me what you were going to."