Walking in a dark building.  Ezekiel comes to me and I know he is an angel.  He looks just like Soul Eater. He tells me, “I know you believe no one will love you and that you will be alone but it’s not true.  I can prove it, but you’ll have to follow me.” I am shocked by his words and afraid to hope, but I take his hand anyway.  I can’t describe the travel.  Like being sucked through space and time. And then I was standing there in a school temple.  There were other students there. “What are you doing here?” they ask.  I tell them the truth.  I don’t know. Ezekiel brought me.  The tall boy nods thoughtfully.  “Makes sense,” he says.