Phyllis used to believe in Angels. God and his Angels were her shining light. But then, as she was beaten and taken into care and forced to work in horrifying conditions, slowly the torch faded. Angels became stories, like santa claus and the easter bunny. myths parents tell there children. When the bells tolled for the second world war that century Phyllis signed up for the RAF. Not caring if she lived or died. she just wanted to escape. There she met Jamie. And she began to believe that maybe, just maybe, Angels were real.