It was then that Hanna was forgiven and her angelhood was restored to her. The sister angels were set back down onto the earth, onto the beach to be exact, and they stood together in silence for a few moments, merely studying each other's faces. Neither of them believed where they were or whom they were finally standing with. Tessa wanted very much to establish a relationship with her twin, but a matter of supreme urgency came to her mind.

"Hanna. I came down the hall because I was looking for my little sister. Did you happen to see a tall, skinny girl, green eyes, brown hair, about eleven, twelve years old?"

"No." She thought. "I didn't. We have a sister?"

"Two actually, and it's urgent that we find Zoë, I'm very worried about her."

"Oh Zoë! I did see her! Oh my…"

"What?"

"Oh no!"

"What!"

"Oh this is bad, real bad!"

"What happened to my sister!" Tessa screeched angrily as she grabbed a hold of Hanna's shoulders.

"That was the last thing I ever did as a almost demon."

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Zoë found herself alone afraid in the big house. She knew something big was going on and she didn't know where, or who with. She'd been trying to find her way out of the house for some hours now, and she could not. She was freezing, and she ran her hand against the cold window as she looked out onto the beach. She wanted out of that house so desperately, but how?

"Zoë." A voice called out to her.

"Mama?" She asked, the voice sounded like that of her mother's.

"Zoë! Come here." And Zoë walked down the hall toward the prompting voice.

………………..

After a while Monica had recovered. Comforted and reassured by all their prayer and knowing that the Father would make all things right, they had dried their tears and gone down stairs. Gloria and Adam had gone out that night, and Monica thought it was about time, they hadn't been out in forever, it seemed. That left Tess to watch the twins, which she did happily.

Olivia and Sophie ran off together to play as they always did. Olivia was getting much better in her childlike endeavors and she hoped that her father would soon realize that, as they hadn't patched up their relationship just yet. Michael sat on the couch watching baseball with Sam, the Yankees were winning again, and he was very excited, but not surprised at all. Andrew secretly wanted to join them, but instead he stayed with his wife in the kitchen. She was still very depressed because they both still knew that something was very wrong.

"Hi all." Came a familiar voice. One, which in the past was often greeted with fear but was now welcomed with open arms. Monica looked up from the table to see Kathleen standing before them.

"Hi," Monica greeted.

"Are you guys okay?" Kathleen asked as she sat down at the other side of the table. It was clear that there was something wrong. "Oh." Kathleen said, quietly knowing what was bugging them. "It was tomorrow, wasn't it Andrew?"

"Yeah, it was." He said, hugging his wife. "I vowed to find her by tomorrow. Two days before her eighteenth birthday. You know, that image, that sound, it haunts me to this day. When Monique took her she was screaming for me, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't catch up with her." A few tears poured down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry I couldn't ever find your little Hanna either. I've been assigned to it for sixteen years."

"It's okay." Monica said, fresh tears pouring down her cheeks. Kathleen reached her hand out and Monica took it in her own.

"Where is the birthday girl?"

"We don't know." Monica spoke softly as she clung to her husband's shirt. "She and Zoë are on assignment, and I think there's something wrong." Andrew kissed the top of his wife's head and she began to cry even harder as she clung to him, with both hands now. He rubbed her back and kissed her head.

"It's okay angel girl, it's going to be okay." Tess sat on the other side of Monica and hugged her too. The four angels began to pray.

………………..

"So, let me get this straight. I just rescued my twin from demon-hood, but now, my little sister is a demon! No I can't believe this! We have to rescue her! We have to get her back! Pardon my language, and I don't feel very much like an angel for saying this, but how the hell could you do this to your own flesh and blood! Your own sister!"

"I didn't know she was my sister! I was only told I had one sister, a twin…you!" Hanna was openly crying now. "Monique made me do it! I never would have done it if I'd known she was my sister!"

"But you pretended to be me!"

"I thought she was just some angel! Monique told me she'd turn me human and set me on fire if I didn't do this! Basically, I set up Zoë to take my place. She said Zoë would be better than me."

"Like Count Dooku did with Anakin. Oy, Monique knows her Star Wars, doesn't she?"

"Yes, the emperor is her favorite. She can choke people using her mind like Vader does, I've seen her do it."

"Uhhhh…"

"We can get Zoë back, I know where she is. Come on." She took Tessa's hand and pulled her off towards the house once again.

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Tessa found herself traveling though the same dark corridors once again. Only this time Hanna was pulling her through them at a much faster rate. Finally they came to the same room where they had met, and they came to a door in that room. Hanna hesitated, but she opened it. They raced through the door and quickly hid behind a screen, there was a crack in it, where they could see out into the room. Hanna shoved her sister up to the crack and forced her to look out. Tessa's heart sank when she saw Zoë. She stood before Monique's desk, being interrogated. The room was white, clean and filled with light it could easily fool people into thinking it was an angel's office.

"Are you ready for the challenge?" Monique asked. "This is a very big assignment Zoë."

"Yes Mom." She said.

'Oh no,' Tessa thought, 'She thinks she's Mom!' She wanted nothing more than to jump out and stop this. But to her surprise, Hanna did first.

"No." She said. "Zoë this is not our mother!"

"Tessa?" she asked.

"I'm not Tessa."

"I am." Tessa smiled as she appeared before Zoë. Zoë looked on amazed and dumbfounded.

"Oh what do we have here?" Monique smirked, appearing once again in her black suit and the room returned to its original dark form. Zoë gasped. "It's the little baby angel twins, isn't it? I haven't seen you two together since you were about a year and a half old, what a shame. Oh, I guess that was my fault wasn't it? Oh silly me! Come with me Zoë darling. You'll like it, believe me. You can do what ever you want. No big sisters, no cousins and most importantly no baby sister. You will be the center of attention." This was very tempting for Zoë and she stood there, thinking quietly. Finally Tessa could hold it no more and she grabbed her.

"Zoë. Don't do this. It'll kill Mom and Dad! And me! Come home with us!"

"She isn't your mother Zoë! She tempted me and tricked me, and took me away from my mother when I was just a baby! And I've had to live with her for years! Don't make the same mistake I did! Do not be fooled by her superficiality. If you don't believe us, seek God!" Zoë closed her eyes and began to pray. A moment later she collapsed into Tessa's arms.

"Oh Father, forgive me!" she screamed as she sobbed. Tessa held her sister tightly. "He does Zoë. He does."

"Good-bye Monique." Hanna smiled confidently.

"I'm not done here, but at least I'm rid of you, you little brat!" Monique rolled her eyes and disappeared in a puff of black smoke.

………………….

Monica and Andrew walked silently on the beach, hand in hand. The tears had stopped flowing hours before. Monica felt as though she had no tears left. She felt almost hard inside, almost bitter, but definitely heartsick. She wanted her children so much, and even if she never saw Hanna again, where were Tessa and Zoë? She tried not to think about it…any of it, but she couldn't keep her mind off her twins. Seeing Gloria and Adam with theirs had broke her heart almost everyday since before they were even born. Now her thoughts considering little Hanna were stronger than they'd been in years, probably since just after they'd lost her. She just wanted to collapse in the sand and cry until she had no strength left. Only God and Andrew were holding her up.

Andrew felt guilty as he walked. He rubbed his wife's hand softly as he held it in his own. If only he'd tried harder! If only he tried harder, she'd be here. Andrew had always thought that loosing Hanna was his fault, if only he'd been able to catch Monique! But, it wasn't in God's plan, and somewhere deep inside, he knew that. God had a different plan, a better plan, and Andrew trusted God, no matter how horrible he felt.

"Daddy, Daddy!" He heard a familiar voice, it sounded like Tessa, but there was something different about it. He and Monica turned around instantly.

It was then that that they saw who the voice belonged to. The girl threw herself into Andrew's arms and sobbed. He knew who it was instantly. Monica was slightly confused. 'No!' She thought. 'It couldn't be!' Monica looked down at the girl in her husband's arms and realized that it had to be, and then that it was.

"Oh Daddy! I never forgot you!" She cried. Andrew was crying now too.

"Oh my little angel girl! I never stopped looking for you, not ever! I'm so, so sorry!"

"Oh Hanna! My little Hanna!" Monica sobbed; she began to cry just when she thought she had no tears left.

"Mommy!" Hanna went into her mother's arms. Monica held her tightly, and kissed the top of her head.

"Oh Hanna! Let me look at you sweetheart." She pulled away from Hanna just enough to look at her, but not enough to let go of her. She cupped her daughter's face in her hands and looked into her eyes. "Yes, you're my Hanna! I can see you in those eyes. You have the same little spirit! You're the same baby that left me sixteen years ago! And you're back my precious little angel. You're back!" Monica began to sob again and she hugged her daughter.

Hanna buried her face in her mother's shoulder and cried too. It felt good to be someone's daughter, to be loved. Andrew hugged both of them, enclosing Hanna completely in their embrace. Hanna loved the way this felt and she reached back and gave her father her hand. He took it and squeezed it warmly. Monica and Andrew each placed a kiss on their daughter's head, and then another and another. They didn't care if it was two days before her eighteenth birthday she still was and would always be their baby, and they had missed her so much. They finally rested their heads on top of Hanna's. Tessa and Zoë stood watching a few feet a way. They too cried as they held each other. They smiled brightly at each other, as they both knew that they had just returned from the most important assignment they'd ever had.

"Thank you, father." The sisters whispered, as they looked heavenward.