"Oh, this is stupid!" Eliza stomped across the room to the door. When she pulled on the knob, the door fell off its hinges.
A ranger had a hand on his radio. "Is everything alright?"
"Oh, yeah, it's had a rough day. Can I help you?"
"I'm going down these roads to make sure everyone out here is alright. The weather's going to get nastier. Do you need anything?"
"No, we're fine, thanks. But what about the weather? How can it get much worse than this?"
"They're saying tornadoes, large hail, and flash flooding in some areas." The ranger froze. "Ma'am, is that a bear on your couch?!"
The color drained from the boys' faces. Eliza's eyes narrowed.
"That's my mother."
The ranger blushed. "Have a good night, ma'am. You be sure to call us at the station if you need anything."
"Hmm." She hoisted the door up in place (with some difficulty) and turned around.
Marcellus was gaping. "Wow."
"That was incredible." Clay said.
"That was pretty clever." Buddy sat up.
Robyn smiled at her.
There was another knock at the door. Eliza sighed.
"Apparently, he didn't get the hint the first time."
She pulled down the door. "Listen, sweetheart, we don't--"
She stopped. The light fell on a young blonde man. He was supremely beautiful. His eyes were the same sapphire blue as Clay's. He gave her a small smile and stepped into the room. He had four companions with him, a hooded young man with the same blue eyes and similar features, a nerdy looking guy with half-moon glasses, a beautiful (but normal-looking) young woman in a blue cloak, and a boy of about fifteen.
Clay hugged the young blonde guy. "Dad! It's been so long!"
Eliza spun around. Robyn frowned. Even Marcellus seemed a little confused.
"Wait, what?" Marcellus and Eliza said it together, made eye contact, and blushed, all the while feeling very silly.
The blonde guy turned to face them. "I don't have time to explain that right now. I am Azrael. I think we're all that's coming. At least for now."
"Who are you?" Robyn stepped right up to him.
"We're travellers. We've come a far greater distance than you can comprehend. That's not a insult to your inteligence, dear, it's simple truth. They journeyed all this way--" He gestured to his more normal-looking comrades. "--and can't tell you how, why, or how far. We came to protect you. We are, in a sense, Servants of God."
"Angels." Robyn said it like an accusation.
The girl laughed out loud. "I am no angel."
"Ditto!" Marcellus gave her a small salute. She smiled.
"Angels, wizards, wanderers, all true, and all irrelevant. Right now, we're here to protect you. We can't stay here much longer. The storm is just going to get worse."
"But, can't we just hold it back?" Clay asked. He seemed deeply troubled.
"You can, but we can only help a little. And when we start that, they'll know, and counteract us."
"We're not going anywhere with you people if you don't tell us what's going on!" Robyn was near tears. Eliza stepped over to her and held her. Clay could feel her mind's eye, only squinted but it had caught on to what was happening. She was scared.
"I know, dear. And we have enough time for that. Let's go to the kitchen."
Robyn drew a shaky breath. "Would you like some coffee?"
Azrael chuckled. "No thank you, dear." He put his hand on her cheek and stepped into the kitchen.
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