When Will came home later that night Charity told him about her dream in class. "I don't want you to go falling asleep in class," he said.

"I won't, Will," she replied. "But I told her that everything was going to be ok."

Will looked at her. "You told her?"

"We have conversations," she said. "I don't think it's as much as me dreaming as it me leaving my body. So to speak."

"That's highly impossible," Will replied.

"Not really," Luke said. "Scientists have done experiments on people actually leaving their bodies when they sleep."

"Wow, I didn't know you were into the supernatural," Joan said.

Luke shrugged. "It was science."

"I go straight to her when I fall asleep," Charity said.

Will looked at her. "What do you talk about with Briana?" he asked.

"She thinks I'm an angel sent by God."

"Sent by God" the words hit Joan hard and fast. She chewed her bottom lip. This was a time when she hoped that God would show up and talk to her. She took a bottle of water and headed up to her room.

"Will, I'm really tired and I have homework to do," Charity said.

Will nodded and Charity walked to her room and fell down onto her bed. Joan twisted her hair around one finger. She and Charity had to work together.

"Charity, can I tell you something?" Joan asked.

"Shoot," Charity replied.

Joan stood up and closed the door. She had to tell someone her secret. "Do you believe in God?" she asked.

"Yeah," Charity said.

Joan sat down. "Don't think I'm crazy or anything," she said.

"I won't."

Joan continued onto tell her that since she moved to Arcadia, God has come to see her in many shapes—men, women, boys, girls—and He gives her assignments—mostly some that could change people's lives forever.

Charity looked at her. "And?" she asked.

"He wants us to work together to find Briana," Joan said.

Charity looked at her.

"You think I'm crazy?" Joan asked.

Charity shook her head. "No, I don't," she said. "I was just thinking…maybe God did send me to Briana. I mean—"

"He has no control over your dreams. He told me."

"That has to be the reason I mean your father is the Chief of Police why else would he and your mom offer to take me in?"

Joan shrugged. "But we have to work together on this."

"Yeah, I mean, I don't think I can find Briana when I'm awake."

A light went on in Joan's head. "I think I have an idea."

"Do tell," Charity said, leaning forward, smirking.