Sadie sleepily began to sense her surroundings. For the past couple of nights she'd been plagued by these weird dreams where she was traveling across the country with some ridiculously beautiful people. However, in between those short dreams, there were fearfully long periods of blackness.

Sadie contemplated her strange dreams as she turned and changed sleeping positions. She registered a slight smell, which reminded her of a field of flowers, or was it vanilla? The smell was too good to be true, telling her of beautiful days, long gone.

Confused, Sadie sniffed a little harder. There was no smell of insect-repellent, stale sweat, dirty bed-sheets, or of a sleeping person. What had happened to her usual rooms smell? Had her mother sprayed it with one of her special sleeping oils? Had someone opened her usually closed door?

Sadie, suddenly feeling cold, reached down and pulled the blankets around her shoulders. Suddenly, it hit her. Why would she be cold? It was summer, for goodness sakes! She should have kicked the covers off, and still be sweating!

Not wanting to open her eyes, Sadie reached over to her bedside table, her hand feeling for her glasses. Instead of hitting the hard, wooden table, or the large pile of books she usually kept there, she felt a long, metallic pole.

Finally, fear reached her. Sadie opened her eyes to see a blurry IV bag connected to her hand. Startled, she sat up. Even with her blurry vision she could see that she was someplace she had never been before.

Before she could try to see anything else, a voice on her other side startled her.

"These might help," it said.

The voice was unlike anything Sadie had heard before. It was what she imagined an angel's voice to be like, it sounded like heaven itself.

Sadie turned to see two people standing next to her. She was unable to make out their faces, but she could see that the smaller figure was offering her something. Sadie took the object, and felt it. It was a pair of glasses. Gratefully, she put them on.

Sadie saw there was something wrong with these glasses, they weren't her usual ones. They were clean, for one thing, missing the usual many fingerprints, eyelashes stuck to the edges, and dirt. Confused, Sadie took them off, feeling them with her fingers. These glasses were smaller than her usual horn-rimmed glasses. They were also thinner, better made. These glasses had not been bought at a sale, that was for sure.

Sadie put the glasses on again, this time turning to see who had given them to her.

The two people standing next to the bed were the most beautiful people she had ever seen. The smaller person was a woman. She had gorgeous caramel hair that fell in waves down her back. Her face was angelic; her figure, small and curved. Sadie immediately identified this woman with the Virgen de Guadalupe, her country's patron Virgin. This woman had a face that projected so much love, Sadie immediately felt calmer.

Sadie turned to look at the larger figure behind the beautiful woman. It was a man. He had short, light blond hair. Sadie immediately felt an urge to touch it, to see if it was as soft as it looked. The man's face was calm and beautiful. His face projected a need to help people, a feeling Sadie usually felt from doctors.

Sadie noticed that both people were as pale as marble; their skin even looked hard like it.

Sadie kept studying both faces, until she saw their eyes. They were golden, a gold Sadie had only seen in her parents' wedding rings.

Sadie felt a thought intrude in her study. Was she dead? Were these two beautiful people angels who had been sent to take her to heaven? Had her asthma finally caused her death?

Another, more practical, thought butted in. If she was dead, why would there be an IV stuck to her hand? Why would she feel cold?

Sadie knew the truth of this thought, and shook her head, ridding it of all the morbid things she had felt.

Suddenly, another of the chimes was heard, and Sadie turned to see the beautiful woman stretching her hand out to her.

"Hello," she said, "my name is Esme."

(A/N) Just thought I'd thank the one person who has reviewed. Thanks Joanna11! Thanks for taking the time, not only to read, but to review.