“Hi!”

“Well hello my dearest. Nice to meet you in person.”

Young Angelica looks up at her guardian.

Looking skeptical she says, “Where are your wings?”

Her angel sighs.

“In the future, my daughter, things will become clear.”

...

19 year old Angelica sits in her state prison cell. Sobbing, and questioning herself. She remembers her angel.

“Guardian angel,” she softly whispers into nothing, “please... I need you.”

She looks up and in front of her is her angel is there.

“I told you young one.” She whispers.