This probably pretty bad, but I just couldn't help myself!  I was watching On Angel's Wings, and…  And when Scott yelled out "Angel!"  …With those exact voice inflections…  I had to!

If you're not familiar with the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack…  Well, then you should go get familiar with the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack.  You'll thank me once you do.

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A December evening, New York City…

In a small coffee shop atop a three-story shopping center, Scott paid for a pair of drinks and carried them to a small booth next to the window.  He paused to watch a young couple happily come in from the outdoor balcony, and then sat down next to Rogue.  The dark haired girl looked up at his presence.  "So…"  He began, almost apprehensibly.  "What do you think of all this?"

"Ah think we're really getting somewhere," Rogue quickly replied.  "We've ah-lready talked to three witnesses and they've all given us the same description.  Ah think there's definitely something to this Angel rumor…"  Rouge paused to take a sip of her coffee.  "There's somebody out there…"

Over the café's sound system, a quiet orchestral tune lead by a soft piano began.

Scott seemed about to say something, but frowned instead.  "Hmm," he quietly murmured.

Lost in thought and looking out the window, Rogue missed his reaction.  "Some-where, in this ci-ty, hee—eee's here, hiding.  Somewhere out thee-ere…  Wait-ting…  Aaa—aah only wi-sh we knew his secret.  Why is this guy, hide-ding?"

Trailing off, Rogue looked back at her companion.  With his collar turned up and hugging his neck, Scott got up from the table and walked onto the balcony.  "Scott?"

When Rogue caught up him, Scott was silently staring out over the city.  "I once believed in an angel…" Scott all but whispered.  "I used to dream he'd appe-ar…  Now as I look through the shad-dows…"  Scott's head slowly rose as his voice gained confidence.  "I just kno—ow hee—eee's hee—eeere...

"Somewhere, he's out there, glid-ding softly…  Somewhere out there...  Wait-ting…"  Scott glanced over at Rogue with a pleading look on his face.  "Something just tells me…  He is watching.  Waiting unseen…  A Guardian..."

Rogue strode forward in concern.  "Scotty, you must have been dreaming…"  Almost hurt, Scott turned away.  "Stories like that just aren't true...  Scotty, you're listening to rumors..."  Rogue grabbed Scot by the shoulder and turned him to face her.  "And it's noo--ooot lii—iiike yoo---oouuu…"

Scott pulled away in defiance and pressed close to the railing.  "Angel of Ne-ew York!  Spirit…  Watchman…  Lo-oking over the City!"  Scott paused for the briefest of moments  "…Who is this angel?  This…

Scott continued to stare off into the distance as Rogue stepped up beside him.  "Angel of Ne-ew York…"  They called out in unison.  "Hii—iide noo—oo longer!  Secret and straa—aange angel…"

Rogue trailed off, while Scott's expression became even more distant.  "He's out there now…"  Scott continued, almost to himself.  "He's watching…  Ev-ven now..."

"Scott…"  Rogue put her hand over Scott's, trying to draw him from his daze.  "Your hands are cold…"

"All around us..." 

"Your face, Scotty," Rogue soothed, tugging at his shoulder.  "It's white…"

"He's watching…"  Scott's voice trailed off into nothing.

"We will find him…."  Reassured Rogue, firmly grasping Scott's shoulder.

Scott's gaze lingered on the sky for a moment longer before glancing down at Rogue.

"C'mon, Scott,"  She said, her expression softening.  "We've still got a some people tah talk to…"  Draping his arm around her shoulder, Rogue slowly led a reluctant Scott back into the soft bustle of the night.

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