Now, my sister is 26 and still has the gun he gave to her that fateful day. She is devastated, angry, sad and alone. She is Rehab, named for the pain inside of her. The destruction. This day my sister encountered the Batfamily and said their names. Real names that is. Today, she took the plunge and saved them. For me. For I would have done the same. I tried to whisper to her that everything would be fine. But she could not hear me, only the wind and Red Hood shouting her name as she was falling, falling and falling. No one ever hears ghosts or angels. For people believe that we are near. We just can't be seen or heard for we are not meant to be. Very few have talked to the people on Earth. It is not our choice, it is just the rules of Heaven and for that we are alone.