The Angel Story

Part Three

"Sooo..." Biscuits began, as the trio set off down the one-way street David's family lived on. "Bertie, dear chap, I can't help but wonder why, as the monster under the bed, you don't look more... well... monster-like."

Bertie grinned and smoothed the wild orange peak of his hair.

"Well, it's simple really. David never imagines what I look like. He just knows that I'm there. So I took a few liberties."

"Interesting. But... orange hair?" Angelo inquired.

"What can I say. I like orange."

Soon the three came to a busy intersection. Commuters honked and yelled out of their windows as the traffic zoomed past in some areas and stalled in others.

"This shouldn't be a problem," Angelo said cheerily, and spread his wings.

"Ah... ahem?" Biscuit's voice halted him. "It may be alright for you chaps--seeing as you're kind of spirits--but I'm undoubtedly real and trying to go through traffic would kill me. And I can't fly."

"Okay then," and the Angel tucked the very surprised rabbit under his arm and took off, flying effortlessly over the street. Bertie ghosted right through the traffic and came out on the other side completely unscratched.

"Must be nice," Biscuit murmured, jumping to the ground as Angelo landed and shaking out his ears. "Are we following some sort of trail?"

"Yes. I can tell that whoever took Bucky came this way." The Guardian Angel ran his hand through his hair frustratedly. "I should've never fallen asleep." After pausing, he said, "I think I should go to David right now. I can find him much faster alone. I'm his Guardian Angel, after all. But you can still follow me," he added hurriedly. "You should be able to tell where I've been, Bertie."

"Sounds alright to me," Bertie said.

"Same here. Be careful, though, chap," Biscuits added, patting the top of Angelo's shoe companionably.

"I will. Don't worry about me--I can't get hurt. You two be careful though. Bertie, don't let Biscuits get run over." With a wry smile the Angel flew off.