"What?" Zeke turned back to glare at me.

"Seriously, can you not make more intelligent sounds?" He rolled his eyes and started walking away. He was almost out of the room when I called to him.

"Wait- where are you going?" He turned around.

"To the washroom?" I blushed, feeling stupid but so confused.

"Oh, okay." Zeke threw his arms up in the air.

"No, I'm not- angels don't shit! Weren't you listening to me? Stay here. I'll be right back." It felt as if there was a film between me and reality. I wasn't sure what to do, where to go, how to breathe. My rhythm was off.

Angels? He was trying to tell me that he was an angel? And that the dude from earlier- John- was a reaper? But for some reason, I didn't feel too alarmed. In fact, I almost believed him. It made sense to me, and deep down it felt like something I had already known.

"What the fuck?" I patted my pockets, looking for my phone. I looked at the carpet, where I had woken up. I couldn't find my phone. I needed to call someone. I needed to get out here- didn't I? Why did I feel so calm? Why did I feel so at home?

I stood helplessly, staring at a golden cup on display, until Zeke came back. He walked in slowly, lips pursed, eyes wandering from me to the floor and back.

"Listen up, I don't have a clue what to do with you, but your options are as follows; immediate death or a short life of imprisonment until you die." Zeke casually gestures with his hands, as if asking me what I wanted for dinner.

"You're kidding, right?" Exasperated at the pace of the information I was being fed, I'm not sure I was really shocked, just confused.

There's a sudden fluster of light and sound, and in an instant the man I remember as Gabe appears next to us. Both Zeke and I recoil. I guess his visit was unexpected.

"Ezekiel, you are not killing this human. I am uncertain how you caused such a disaster, but you are certainly at fault. We must investigate further. I propose a third option." Gabe swivels his head to me, his face oddly unexpressive.

"My brother is to follow you around to assert your safety and obedience until further conclusions are drawn."

"What?" Echoed by both Zeke and I, our faces matching in perplexed horror, we stare at Gabe. Zeke is the first one to move in the silence that follows.

"Hold up, how am I at fault? You couldn't clear her either! This is obviously way out of my league. I don't want to babysit a human." His lips dip into a frustrated pout, shoulders slump, and he blubbers about like an infant. I was embarrassed on his behalf. How does a grown man hold himself like that? Isn't an angel supposed to be.... I don't know, distinguished?

My anger pulses against my temples. Never has another entity caused me so much annoyance. Zeke was so impossible to pin down to one description, never settling on one way of expression. I hadn't begun to process what situation I was in, but I definitely didn't want an overpowered childish asshole babysitting me. I passed through a myriad of emotions before I settle on aversion to Gabe's prior assessment.

"Can't I just go live my life and you guys leave me alone? I'm not going to tell anyone. No one would believe me. I pinky promise." Gabe, as a true foil to his brother, shows his first sign of emotion by lifting his eyebrows the barest bit.

"What I am suggesting is that you are free to live your life. My brother will simply watch over you personally for your safety. Your ability to bypass divine power is information that could be used against us, and in ways that would not be pleasant on your behalf. It would only be a temporary solution, until we understand exactly what is going on. I do not know what Ezekiel has told you, but we have many forms we can take on, not all of them physical. From your point of view, it will be as if nothing ever happened."

Yeah. That's exactly what I expected it to be like.

Zeke threw his hands up in the air.

"You didn't consult me on this!" Gabe glares at him.

"Ezekiel this is your twenty seventh offense in the past 467 days. Days. What is wrong with you, child? Maybe this will teach you some responsibility. And stop lighting things on fire. I am tired of cleaning up your messes. I do not care, nor do I have the time to watch over this spec of existence myself. I would much prefer imprisonment, but that would alert every other cosmic being that there was something to be intrigued about to begin with. As long as we act as if nothing happened, no has reason to believe that anything has happened. You need to start owning up to your mistakes. I have forgiven much too much of your insolence."

Silence holds the air thick in tension. Zeke has lost his words, staring at his brother. His brother says no more but casts his eyes downward. I didn't catch everything Gabe ranted on about, but I got the idea that Zeke was given a lot of second chances. While I can't say I wasn't intrigued by angel brother drama, I found myself stuck on Gabe's words. Spec of existence? Me? A spec? That's rude.

"Listen, I'm sorry to bother y'all but I'm hungry."

Both brothers turned to glare at me, and from this I saw how similar they really looked. I wish I could say I felt anger, or denial, but I had this odd sense of comfort in this situation. My previous anger melted as quickly as it came. I was alarmingly numb, actually. You know what, maybe this is what shock feels like. Regardless, the only notable problem was the emptiness of my belly. I narrowed my eyes, sheepishly.

"Seriously. Can we go to, like, taco bell? Like right now..."