I instinctively spread my wings and jumped out of my bed, only to fall to the floor in pain. I clutched the stuffed bear in my hand with all my might, and tried to stand.

I felt my father beside me, gently trying to fold my wings back. I folded them, and felt him lift me up. I glanced up to see Maria right beside him, and then the three of us left for the deck, Maria carrying our essential luggage.

When we reached the deck, the humans were all in a panic. Everyone was scrambling for lifeboats, and most of the children were crying. I knew I would be fine, because my father would get us to safety, but Maria would have to take a lifeboat.

"Take a lifeboat back to the mainland and then catch the next ship over to America." Dad instructed her. "I'll take Selena on over."

"But there is still thousands of miles before you can even see America!"

"We will be fine," my father said, then he glanced toward the rapidly filling life boats. "Now hurry," he told her.

"Alright," Maria reluctantly complied. "Be safe."

I gave her a weak smile, and she gave me a grim one in return before running to catch a lifeboat.

*

About an hour later, the lifeboats were all almost out of sight, along with, luckily, all of the other passengers. Several people had tried to get us on a lifeboat, but my father had messed with their heads and they left us alone.

"Close your eyes, Selena, and don't open them until I say so."

I nodded and closed my eyes. I felt us start to fly through the air, and I instantly knew everything would be alright.

*

"It's getting worse, isn't it?" I reluctantly asked my mother as she inspected the changes in my wings.

"I am afraid it is, Sweetheart," she replied softly.

"Is the only way to stop this really to find you?" I asked, my eyes pleading with her. I wasn't sure I'd survive long enough to find her.

Mom thought for a moment, then gave me a sad smile. "Either save me or find another angel who can help you."

I smiled at the small shimmer of hope she had given me. "Where can I find one?"

"I am not sure," she admitted, and I felt my shoulders slump slightly, "but," she continued, "there has to one out there somewhere. Maybe there is one in America that will be willing to help you."

"I hope so, Mom."

*

When I woke up, I kept my eyes closed, not certain if I could open them yet or not. I felt grass beneath me, and knew we were at our destination.

"You can open them now."

I opened my eye to see my father smiling warmly at me. I returned his smile as I sat up.

"I assume your mother called for you?" he asked.

I nodded.

"What did she tell you this time?"

"She said that I'm getting worse, but another angel may be able to help me."

Dad was quiet. Maybe he had already thought of that. Maybe he really didn't want anyone other than him and Mom to nurture and help develop who I am. Or maybe he wanted me to become a demon. But if he did, he wouldn't have anything left of Mom if we couldn't save her. What did he want? All I knew was that I wanted to be me again.

"Did she say anything about where we could find another angel?" he asked in a tone that gave me no hints on any of the questions that were going through my mind.

I shook my head. "She said there were probably some in America, but not where specifically we could find them."

Dad nodded in understanding. He stood and walked over to me, extending his hand and helping me to my feet.

"Perhaps we should search for one of these angels while we wait for Maria to arrive. It will probably take her quite a long time."

"Alright," I complied, then grabbed my stuffed bear off the ground and followed my father into a huge city filled with people.

"Where are we?" I asked in awe. It looked nothing like London, and everyone was talking in a funny accent.

"I believe we are in a city called Boston."

"Do you think there are any angels here?"

"There's a high possibility," he smiled.

"Then let's start searching!"