An Angel's Visit in a Dark, Stormy Night

Author's Note: I don't own the words to the song, "Calling All Angels."

I need a sign to let me know you're here
All of these lines are being crossed over the atmosphere
I need to know that things are gonna look up
'Cause I feel us drowning in a sea spilled from a cup
When there is no place safe and no safe place to put my head
When you feel the world shake from the words that are said

And I'm calling all angels
I'm calling all you angels

By the time Danny put down the letter and looked at his watch, it was past midnight. Danny shifted a yawn and realized that the realtor was coming early into the morning to check out the house so Danny realized that he needed to get some sleep. Not wanting to leave his parents' house, Danny just kicked off his shoes, fell back onto the mattress, and fell asleep. Soon, he was dreaming. The dream was something that he had as a little boy. It starts off so peaceful; Danny is playing in his backyard with his mom and dad, playing on the swings, his dad pushing him from the back and his mom pushing him from the front. Soon, the dream changes; suddenly he is all alone, scared, holding his teddy bear. His mom and dad are no where to be found, so he cries and screams, "Mommy! Daddy! Mommy! Daddy! Mommy! Daddy!" He keeps screaming and screaming and looking and looking but can't find his mom and dad. The dream goes on. However, this dream was different. Danny wasn't a little boy anymore; he was a grown man, alone in the Nevada Desert. It was night and the air was surprisingly cold and bitter. Danny was shivering, wearing only jeans and a white T-shirt. Suddenly, he saw his dad standing in front of him. Feeling relief and happiness, Danny began to run towards Larry and screamed, "Dad! Dad! It's me!" Larry couldn't hear him so Danny ran and yelled louder, "DAD! DAD! IT'S DANNY!" Unexpectedly, a speedy SUV came blazing on the road headed towards…………. "DAD!" Danny screamed. Larry was standing right in the light of the speeding car, not moving. Danny ran so fast that he couldn't stop and he kept screaming, "DAD! DAD! STOP! PLEASE! GET OUT OF THE WAY!" No matter how loud he yelled and how fast he ran, Danny could not get Larry's attention. And the car kept going and going…until it was just about to hit Larry.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" yelled Danny. He woke up in a cold sweat, panting, his chest heaving and his hands trembling. Danny sat up in his bed and put his head in his hands and tried to calm down but he couldn't. Suddenly, he felt overwhelmed by the dream, overwhelmed by guilt. His mind began to race with thoughts; I should have picked up Dad the night of the concert. I should have told Ed that my dad had car trouble and I need to give him a lift. I shouldn't have been so wrapped up in Montecito business. It's all my fault. My dad is dead and it's all my fault. Suddenly, the guilt ignited something in Danny; anger. Danny jumped up and began to throw things, anything, pillows, sneakers, socks, anything he could get his hands on. He threw these objects with such anger and pain, it all directed at his dad. "Why?" he screamed. "Why, Dad? Why did you die? Why couldn't I save you? Why? WHY?" Danny couldn't throw anymore or scream anymore. Overcome with grief and pain and anger, he fell down on the floor and curled his knees into his chest and cried and sobbed. He lost himself in the range of emotions and just cried. After a few minutes, Danny still didn't feel any different. He felt so achy inside, the events of the past few days had taken their toll on Danny. Danny felt so alone, even though he was told he wasn't, but he did. He felt so scared. And he remembered, "Whenever the angel's love ones are in trouble, the angel comes down and comforts them." Danny needed an angel; he couldn't do this anymore; so even though he felt weird, he looked up to the ceiling with teary eyes. Taking a deep breath, Danny said, "Mom, I don't what to do. I can't handle this. I can't. Mom, I really need you. Please, please, help me. Help me."

Danny kept talking and crying and sat on the floor for hours. Soon, something happened, Danny felt his anger and grief melt away. He began to calm down, his breathing calmed down and his chest calmed down. The tears stopped and he felt something he hadn't felt in a long time….peace. Peace for his troubled soul. Peace for the range of emotions that had been running through him for the past few days. Danny stood up and went to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and was shocked by his appearance; his eyes were red and puffy, his face was red and worn with emotion. He turned on the water and washed his face. Then, he walked back to the bed and lied down on the soft mattress. He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. He slept through the whole night, undisturbed and peaceful. He knew why; his mother had calmed his soul.