Andre stood before the Father and sighed. "Do I have to take him home? I've never been an angel of death before. Why did he have to die? Andrew was the best." He sobbed unable to understand why a wonderful angel like Andrew had to die.

He wanted vengeance against those who had brutally attacked Andrew Tess and Monica. "Vengeance is mine saith the Lord. I will deal with those who have done this terrible thing against those that are mine. Andrew needs you. Monica and Tess will need you. Those whom Andrew was going to help will need you. Please don't let my children down." The Father beseeched the young angel.

Andre could not ignore the Father's pleading. "Alright. I will help." He said and knew he had please the Father for his light glowed about Andre's head and shoulders." Go my angel. Andrew needs you." The Father directed and Andre nodded.

He vanished and appeared where Andrew's broken body lay. His spirit was looking down on his body and then he looked at Andre.

"Are you here to take me home?" He asked tears streaming down his cheeks.

Andre nodded. "Don't be afraid Andrew. It is time to go now. The Father wants you to come home. " He said gently.

Andre was startled when Andrew refused to go with him. Instead he turned and left with Kathleen who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. She threw him an evil smirk as she led Andrew away and the two disappeared leaving Andre to stare after them mouth agape and feeling utterly helpless and alone.