At the Angel Aerie . . .

“Hey, Lucs. Figured I’d find you here.”

“Gabe, glad it’s you.”

“We go back a-ways.”

“Thought I’d get one last view before . . . the heave-ho.”

“Come on, Lucs. That snake thing, tinkering with humans – what’d you think would happen?”

“Not this. Anyone see this coming?”

“Could be worse. Could be longer than eternity.”

“You’re dark – for an angel.”

“Goes with the wings.”

“That makes no sense. Come on, get it over with.”

“Okay. Still planning that circle thing?”

“Sure, more poetic.”

“Goodbye, Lucs.”

“Bye, Gabe. Don’t blow that horn yet.”