"So simple…all right Katan, you first," Rosiel ordered, indicating the hole in the wall.
"Please sir," said Katan, bowing slightly and stepping back, "after you."
Rosiel rolled his eyes at his manservant in apparent exasperation. "No, no Katan, that won't do at all. If you go out there and some happens-something goes wrong- well, I'd much rather it happen to you than to me, don't you agree."
"But of course sir." He said humbly. Katan took a deep breath and took his first step out of his book, and into the world.
It felt extraordinary, finally being real. He was no, as he had feared still book sized, nor two-dimensional. He looked behind him to where his former realm of existence lay open, and saw only a stationary black and white Rosiel fixing his hair. He himself was nowhere to be found in the picture.
"It's fine sir, you can come out," he called to Rosiel, and then made a beckoning motion in the direction of the book just in case Rosiel couldn't hear him.
A moment later, Rosiel was standing at his side staring around the dim basement room in awe as if it were the Ritz presidential suite.
"Oh but Katan, this is splendid," he breathed, slowly turning about on his platform boots.
Rosiel thought very highly of being three dimensional, and for once, he was allowed a full color palate. His hair shone in the light that came in through the low windows and he had a wonderful sense of being totally and utterly free- free to do whatever he wanted. He had, of course, hoped that he would be a bit taller in real life, but Katan still stood at least a head taller.
Both angels were startled out of their reverence by a shrill voice from an upper floor.
"Mom! Where's the tape?"
"I don't know honey," replied a more calm voice, "why do you need it?"
"My Angel Sanctuary book ripped!"
These two voices (the latter of which sounded as if she were about to burst into tears) reminded them that they were most certainly not alone, and had better get moving, or risk being discovered-or worse…glomped.
They both dashed across the small room and into a garage that smelled harshly of petrol. The garage door was down, and both angels stared at it for a moment (having never seen this type of door before) trying to puzzle out how to go about solving this dilemma. The answer was found when Katan figured out that all you really had to do was lift the handle and push a bit, while Rosiel started making looks as though he thought they would be trapped in this smelly and awfully tasteless cement room forever.
From the garage, they made their way up the driveway and onto the side of the road. The street was buzzing with morning commuters, and Rosiel made it very clear that he would rather walk on the side of the road than be dragged across traffic and to a sidewalk. He remembered the cars from the scenes in Tokyo and, though he certainly would not want to cross their paths, he felt an impulsive desire to go and purchase one of the fast red ones.
"Well, shall we go then, sir?" inquired Katan, looking in the direction of the town center down the hill.
"Yes. Yes, I think we shall…" answered the silver haired bishie, and together they walked down the street into a new world and a new life.