Before I could calm down and apologise, Danny was out of the chair. He grabbed my arm and pulled me along, taking four steps. At the fifth step — I noticed there was a flash of colour after the fourth step — he pushed me to the ground and continued walking without me. I climbed to my feet and began to tell him I was sorry. It was too late. He was gone and I was alone, in the middle of a forest. There was no sign of the little cottage, no identifying landmarks. I had no idea whatsoever where I was. I could be in any forest, in any state, in any country.
Beyond doubt, I was being punished for my transgression. For questioning God. I sat with my back against a tree, hugging my legs to my chest. So be it, I’d take my punishment, although if Danny wasn’t back by morning I’d need to start the trek back to civilisation — wherever that might be — on my own.
My stomach rumbled. I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to last without feeding. Perhaps heading back to civilisation wasn’t such a good idea. One way or another I’d need to make some sort of a decision about what to do if Danny didn’t return for me.
When first light filtered through the trees and there was still no sign of Danny, I knew I was on my own once more. This was going to be my burden to bear. Why would an angel want to help a monster like me anyway? Apparently he’d come to his senses about helping someone — something — that was an enemy of angels and mortals alike. A creature inherently evil.