It was almost dark outside when they reached the cabin in the trees. Emily had decided that King Duncan and Crowley could wait, as Gabriel and Ivy had taken up most of her attention at that moment. When they reached the cabin, she swung down from the saddle, tying Dancer's reins, and placing them over the horse's neck.

She looked at the two people. They were watching her expectantly, and she suddenly felt at a loss. There was room for three people in her small home, sure, but there was only two rooms. It was the standard Ranger cabin design, and it had been built a long time before she had arrived.

She shook her head, and stepped toward them. "I have enough room for you, but I only have two bedrooms. One of you will have to bed down in the livingroom."

"That's fine," Gabriel said, smiling. "Ivy can take the bedroom."

Emily nodded, and gestured to the door. "Well, you can go to the door, and wait there. I don't think it's unlocked. I have to bed Dancer down."

Gabriel and Ivy nodded, and made their way to the door. Emily shook her head, and whistled softly, and led Dancer to the stables.

"Something's off about them." Emily muttered, once out of earshot of the other people. "He talks like they are nobility, yet I have never seen them, before."

You can't know every noble person in the country. Dancer said, and Emily turned to look at the horse.

"I know I can't." she snapped."But don't you think it's a little bit off that there was a column of white light, and then they were standing in the middle of the road? They weren't there before then."

Dancer grunted, and Emily shrugged. She started to unsaddle the horse, putting the saddle on a wooden saddle holder that had come with the cabin. She fed and watered Dancer, then made her way back to the entrance to the cabin.

Gabriel and Ivy were conversing quietly on the verandah, but stopped when Emily approached. Emily felt her eyes narrow slightly, then forced herself to control her reactions. She stepped lightly up the stairs that led to the door, and looked at them.

"I'd feel better if you looked away for a moment," Emily said, and Gabriel and Ivy turned away. Emily unlocked the door to the cabin, and opened the door.

The inside was warmer than the outside, as a small fire was glowing in the fireplace. "Crowley must have been here today." She said, motioning for the two people behind her to follow her.

"Who's Crowley?" Ivy asked, her voice quiet, but firm.

"He's my Commandment. I have to go meet with him and King Duncan tomorrow, so you guys will be here alone for probably the whole morning-if not the whole day.

"But that's not what I want to talk about." Emily said, turning around and shutting the door behind her and her visitors. "You can't be from around here. I don't recognize you, and you talk too much like nobles to be common villagers. I want the truth: Who are you, and where do you come from?"

Gabriel and Ivy shared a look. It was a guilty look, as if Emily had discovered a secret they'd been trying to hide.

It was Gabriel who spoke after the silence had been stretched out for a few moments. "You're right, Ranger. We're not from here. We're from a place called Heaven."

"Gabriel..." Emily heard Ivy hiss, and raised an eyebrow.

"Heaven? That's a new one." she said, rolling her eyes. "Do you really expect me to believe that?"

"Actually, I do." Gabriel said, his voice firm. There was no trace of wavering in his voice. "Our names are Gabriel and Ivy, and we're angels of the Lord."

Emily shook her head, pulling off her cloak. She couldn't believe her ears. Two people, claiming to be angels! Her day couldn't get much weirder.

"You don't believe him, do you?" Ivy asked, and Emily looked at her, nodding.

"It's not everyday I hear people claim to be angels of the Lord." Emily said, draping her chair over the back of one of the living room chairs.

"He's telling the truth." the supposed angel snapped, and the Ranger raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, really? Then prove it." she challenged.

"Fine, we will. But we'll need to do it outside."

Emily groaned inwardly. She didn't feel like going back out into the misting rain, but Gabriel and Ivy needed to prove that they were, in fact, angels. She grabbed her cloak, slipping her arms through the sleeves.

"Fine, let's go." she muttered, and walked outside. She led them down the stairs, pulling up the cowl of her cloak so that it covered her strawberry blonde hair. "Show me, then."

There was a look shared between the Gabriel and Ivy, and Emily shook her head.

"Any time before sunrise would be nice," she said sarcastically, and mentally thanked Halt for teaching her how to look completely uninterested in the situation at hand.

Ivy turned a baleful glance at the Ranger. She was starting to hate this one, and wondered, should there be more people like her, if they acted the same way. She nodded toward Gabriel.

And, for the second time that day, Emily felt her stomach tighten.

There was the ripping of cloth, and both Gabriel and Ivy grew wings from their backs, which extended out, then folded across their backs. Emily couldn't help to look over her shoulder to see if anyone else had been there to witness what she had just witnessed.

"W-what the..." Emily stuttered out, then shook her head, forcing herself to remain calm. "What the hell? Are those real?"

Gabriel nodded patiently. He knew that the Ranger must've been in shock. "They are. Now do you believe us?"

Emily nodded silently, pitch-black eyes as wide as they could go. "Let's go back inside," she said, her voice suddenly smaller than it had been. "I need some coffee."