Episode 1001 "On the road again"

Part 2

"Freddy…" Alex sobbed over her son's lifeless body. Monica and Kelly saw he crying and after turning to see her supervisor, the caseworker walked to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"He's in God's hands now, Alex…"

"How do you know?" Alex asked.

"I do know," Kelly offered softly. "We do know." A warm golden glow surrounded both angels. "God sent us here to let you know that Fred will be alright and so will you…"

"You are an angel…" Alex stated softly, still not believing what her eyes saw.

"Yes", Kelly said. "And God wants you to know that one day you'll be meeting your son again but meanwhile you have to finish what he started on Earth…"

"His choir?" Alex was referring to the choir his son had started at he local church, which was full of poor children that, having nothing more to do, would've ended up like drug dealers.

"Yes. That choir must go on. They can do a lot and teach so many people what a goal truly is… and you can show them that not even death can make you lose your dreams…"

Monica left her charge talking to Alex, making plans for the weeks to come when the woman would visit offices and make calls to be sure the choir would be in the world contest they had been aiming to. She closed the door behind her and walked along the corridor, her mind whirling with the events of the day. Her first case as a supervisor… If caseworking had been hard, supervising wasn't one step behind.

She wrapped her arms around herself, as if looking for comfort, as if trying to stop the sobs that she so wanted to release. She felt her heart suddenly too heavy, too full of sorry and an overwhelming feeling of loneliness. How she needed someone to hug her, like Tess who was always willing to hold her and rock her like a little baby. Or Andrew. So perfectly gentle, so strong and so tender at the same time. She walked to the same balcony where she had been with Kelly and Adam, trying to pass unnoticed by the doctors and nurses. Once she was there, she reached inside her pocket and took what was her most precious treasure. She opened it and checked on the hour: 11:49 p.m., then closed it and stroked the golden cover delicately. It was all it took. Still caressing the watch, she started to cry, painful sobs that came from her very heart.

"It's been a while since I wanted to check on my watch…" a voice said behind here, a voice she so wanted to hear.

Monica waited a second before she dared to turn. It was so good to be true… Closing her eyes, she turned and then opened them slowly. He was there. Andrew was there. Standing in the middle of the balcony, the light breeze moving his hair, his green eyes shinning as much as always. She couldn't help but try to drown one more sob. "Andrew…"

"Monica…" he opened his arms inviting her and she wasted no time. She ran to him and hugged him tightly, feeling absolutely content of being in his arms. "Andrew…" she kept on saying, unable to believe he was there.

"Monica… angel, I missed you so much…" he replied, his face buried in her sweet smelling hair, her slim figure almost disappearing in his strong arms.

"I so wanted to see you again…" she sobbed, her eyes still closed, her arms refusing to release her hold on him. "Thanks, Father… thank You so much!"

"I wanted to see you too, baby," he answered kissing her head and blinking repeatedly to fight the tears he felt threatening his own eyes. "The Father knows how badly…"

They remained there, in each other's arms for a good while, Monica sobbing silently, Andrew letting her find the peace she so needed and kissing her head and her cheek now and then. They never noticed Kelly's presence, who had gone looking for her supervisor but when she saw them sharing the moment she knew Monica so longed for, she just left them alone.

There would be time to talk later. What counted then was that the little angel was on the road again.