"You've got to help me Peter. Please."

The Healer looked upon Michael and the unconscious human boy he held in his arms. He cocked an eyebrow. "Is he your assignment?"

"Wha—? I—yeah, he is."

Peter scoffed, and Michael cringed. He knew that The Healer was jealous about Michael receiving the special task, but he couldn't do anything about it. The Head Angel had chosen him, not Peter.

"Please, Pete. Please."

Peter looked at the boy again and sighed. "Fine. Lay him down."

Michael laid a still-unconscious Micky down on a table and The Healer went to work. He brought his fingers to his lips before slowly tracing them over the 'X' in Micky's chest. He did the same to his wrists and soon, the boy was almost brand as new. He was still unconscious though, and The Healer took that time to scold Michael.

"You could've gotten him killed! Do you know what this could've meant for us?!"

Michael looked down. "I—no. I was never told why Micky is so, um, 'special.'"

Peter gasped, and Michael looked up again. "The Head Angel never told you?"

Michael shook his head.

Peter smirked, but it was quickly replaced with a small, coy smile.

"Well, I guess you'll just have to find out on your own time."