A/N: It was September 18th yesterday, so I thought I'd make something on the topic. :)
The bunker was noisy like never before. There was always laughter emanating down one hall or another- and often the sounds of music, movies, and games, too. Sometimes Miracle got excited and there would be good-natured barking to top it off.
It was the complete opposite of Heaven, whose holy boundaries had remained silent for millenia. He'd contented himself up there with the idea that he was doing his Father's work; but he'd been doing no work at all.
Had it been a waste of time? Maybe. But he planned not to waste another while he was down here.