I stare for a minute. It makes me wonder what her full name is. It isn't obviously going to be just Angel. That's now how we are.

"I'm Moonbeam." I finally say, with a slow smile.

"I see." She smiles, her eyes flitting up and down my hospital gown. It's a little embarrassing.

"She's brand new, Angel, so I expect you to explain things to her that she wasn't already informed of before she was shipped her." My Healer says to her.

Angel looks at my Healer. "I know that. I've done this before."

I look at my Healer in shock. I never knew I was being put with someone who is used to helping get new souls assimilated into our new society. I had been told that my roommate would probably be a newbie. That's when I think about it again. They said probably. I take another step into the room, curling my toes into the plush carpet. I have never felt this kind of thing under my feet before and it feels nice, much nicer than the tile.

"Moonbeam, I must be leaving. I'm due to help with another Insertion today, so I hope Angel will be very helpful." The Healer says.

I look at his smiling face and smile back. "Thank you."

He nods once, and backs out of the room, closing the door softly. It clicks.

I turned back and Angel is on her feet, her green eyes, with the silver tint, wide with excitement. She looks me up and down again and then frowns, although the excitement doesn't wear out of her eyes. She goes to a door that I haven't noticed before, and opens it, rifles through shirts, tosses one at me, then some bottoms and what not. She gestures to her right, where there is a door gaping open, which I assume is the bathroom.

"Go ahead and change. Then we can talk what to do next." She says.

I step into the bathroom, pulling the door shut behind me. I flip up the light switch, which shows I'm standing in a bathroom with a wide marble counter, with two white sinks, and a large mirror above. I'm standing on cool white tile, and the walls are a pasty color, which looks gross, and there's a trash can tucked underneath the counter, along with green and blue towels stacked there. Also, there is something my mind immediately identifies as a hair dryer on the wall, the cord stuck into the wall, and it is also white. There is another door, but it is closed, which is probably where the toilet and shower are. I don't open that door, as I don't need to go in there at the moment.

I notice the clothes I'm holding as I'm putting my under things on. They are fairly tight jeans-skinny jeans something from my host's memory matches it-that are a dark dark blue, and then a black, long sleeved t-shirt. I quickly put everything on. Once I've done that, I walk out of the bathroom, flipping the light off, and sit on the bed that has everything still made. The bedding is soft to the touch and I let out a sigh without meaning to.

Angel laughed. "You're going to get used to everything. Touch, smell, the emotions."

"What's your full name?" I ask.

She suddenly rolls her eyes and smirks. "My Healer named me Angel of the Brightest Sun. It makes no sense I know. And it doesn't exactly roll of the tongue either. I just like Angel."

I smirk. "Yet I'm lucky enough to get a short name like Moonbeam."

Angel turns serious. "I think it's a beautiful name and it works for you."

I am genuienly surprised that someone I know for only five minutes would say that about me. I can feel tears building in my eyes from the emotion, and I put my fingers on the corners. They are wet. I frown and wipe my eyes with my sleeve, this is a little odd that I'm crying. Angel places a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"You'll get used to it. The emotions are like a rollercoaster for a while." She says.

I nod and then stretch; oh how good stretching feels. Angel snorts but then stands and goes back to the closet and tosses shoes at me, along with socks. I catch the shoes, which are a rougher fabric and don't feel as pleasant on my hands. I turn the shoes over in my hand. High tops, to be exactly, with a round white spot near the heal with a star that says Converse. The shoes are jet black, and look brand new. I pull the socks on, and then the shoes. Angel already has on ones similar, only they're a light blue.

I realize that the key card is in my hand, so I shove it into my pocket, not sure what else to do with it. Angel has one as well and she tucks it into her pocket, then grabs a thick black coat, tossing a blue one to me. I pull my arms through the sleeves and zip it up. She lets out a strange huff.

"Now you look normal and not like someone who broke out of the hospital." She looks relieved. "Most Healers provide clothes, but the one you have, he always seems to 'forget' to provide them when transporting them to a new living facility."

I don't have an emotional reaction to that for once. I'm glad, it doesn't help that I'm laughing or crying at everything she says to me. She opens the room door and I walk out and wait for her and she closes the door tightly, and we exit the building. As we walk to a bench with a sign that has a bus on it, I shiver. The cold bites against my skin, it is freezing, almost painful how cold it is. Angel is walking like it doesn't bother. We sit down on the bench and wait for a bus. I'm shivering, pulling my arms inside my coat, and holding them close to my body. I don't know how I'll ever learn to tolerate such cold temperatures. Angel is looking down the road, no expression on her face. The tips of her ears begin to turn red, and I wonder if that is from the cold. Then I feel the stinging in my own ears and I pull my hoods up. Why do humans have to have such sensitive skin to the temperatures?

Angel seems to not notice the cold, she is still watching for a bus. I put my arms back into my sleeves and then proceed to jam my hands into my coat pockets. Angel suddenly gets to her feet, pulling me up as well. A massive green and white bus slows to a stop, a puffing hiss sound and then the doors open. We climb on, and luckily there is almost nobody riding, and we sign an electronic thing so the driver can log how many people have ridden his bus. We sit in the front, and I get one of the windows, which are even larger than the shuttle windows. We're also elevated a little higher too. I watch the buildings as we pass by, and notice the people walking back and forth on the sidewalks, some of them look at me as the bus rumbles down the road. I notice that people are walking in and out of buildings, some in groups, some are partnered, the female is grasping onto the male's arm. This is a picture perfect example of how Earth is now. Harmonious, no more violence. Or that's what most of my kind are under the illusion. They must not realize that the humans are fighting back, and that I know of a pocket of resistance, where even one of my kind are fighting against the souls. Us. That's what I've gotten out of my host's memories anyways.

The bus shudders to a stop, and it hisses as the doors swing open, and some people get off the bus and two more get on, then the doors swing shut, and the bus hisses again as it continues down the road. Then I realize I have no idea where we are going.

"Where are we going anyways?" I ask Angel.

She shakes her head at me. "You will see."

I go back to looking out the window, where there are people walking along the sidewalks, and nothing seems amiss. Nothing.

Until I spot someone staring at me that have regular eyes. No silver. Which means no soul.

And I know who that is. It is one of my host's relatives that appear to be visiting from Arizona. Then I suddenly make the connection. She may be part of the resistance. I watch her as she continues to watch me as the light changes, as it had turned red, and we continue on our way. She starts to follow, but then stops and ducks her head and ducks into a building. I know why now. The cars sporting the lights on top that they typically don't use. Seekers. What is a free human, a relative of my host of all people, doing in the middle of a city completely colonized now by the souls? I don't understand the reasoning.

I about say something to Angel, when the bus jerks to a stop, the brakes protesting loudly against it. Angel grabs my arm and I turn to look at her. Fear.

"We have to get off. The Seekers are nearly here, and they will protect us from this. But we'll die if we stay on the bus." There's panic clear in her voice.

"What are you talking about?" I say, looking at her.

She turns my head, towards the road we were just preparing to turn on. "Look."

In the middle of the road, cars are stopped and people are pouring out of them and there is a large black van. There are at least ten wild humans standing there with guns, and some of them are coming towards our bus, looking like they've been living in a cave. I stare, in fear, for they have already shot several souls down. But Seeker's come squealing around the corner and pour out of their cars, but the wild humans shoot them down too. Angel tugs on my arm, and we hurry off of the bus and start running away from the scene.

One of the wild humans pursue us. I can't keep up with Angel's pace; I'm much shorter and my legs aren't meant for running for long periods of time. Angel keeps shooting panicked glances back and then I feel a hand on the back of my neck, yanking me to a stop. I scream and thrash, but a hand thumps on my mouth and I get dragged into an alley way.

I get pinned to a wall and a light shines on my face and then the figure freezes and I see the figures face. Dark brown eyes, shaggy brown hair, and a small nose. I almost haven't recognized him, because of the shaggy beard. But I know who it is. My host's uncle, the one she was closest too.

He releases my throat and I gasp and fall forward, on my hands and knees. I look up at him and see the horrified expression on his face.

"No…Teresa..that can't be….I can't stay here. You, go. Run with your friend before mine catch up." He disappears.

I bolt out of the alley way and run practically into Angel. She looks terrified. And surprised she grabs my wrist and we run until we can't run anymore. Then we duck into a café, where it appears a lot of others are hiding as well. We stay in there until we see a bus and go onto that and start back for our home. I'm shaking like a leaf, as my host's relatives keep popping up. I haven't even had time to adjust either. Angel's eyes are huge and fixed on me, and we're both terrified.

"That was my host's favorite uncle that caught me. I don't know why he didn't take me, or kill me on the spot. He just let me go." I am surprised that I can speak.

Angel's face was tear streaked. "I don't understand either. But that was terrifying. Wild humans coming in the middle of a city where they are hugely outnumbered!"

I shake my head; I understand humans even less than she does. But the fact that I've seen two faces I recognized sends chills down my spine. I can't help it.

Once we get back to our apartment, we rush inside and stay in our room, the door locked, the TV off and the curtains tied shut. Neither one of us speak; we're both too scared. Even when someone knocks on the door we both jump, and Angel goes to answer it. It's just Storm, and he looks concerned.

"What happened? You came in so fast and locked yourselves in I didn't have a chance to ask."

I don't have a voice so I let Angel explain, and I'm glad she is willing too. I pull my knees up to my chest, wrap my arms around them and just sit there, staring at the wall. The fear is so strong I nearly start crying. But I've got the emotions under control. At least, the urge to cry anyways. That's one of the easiest things to ignore.

"Just stay inside for a few days then you two." Storm looks at me. "I'm sorry about how your first day as a human had to go. I hope it doesn't continue to be like that."

I nod my thanks; I don't have it in me to speak yet. He leaves and Angel closes the door, looking about as stable as I feel right now. She turns to look at me and can't even manage a smile, we just stare at each other.

I'm still shivering and then I curl up into a ball and fall asleep.