On the monitor, the angels notice a sleeping Sam throw his arm over Emily, waking her up. The angels disappear from the office...
...and reappear in the bedroom. Emily very carefully disentangles herself from Sam’s headlock and glances at the clock. 5:30. In super-stealth mode, she slips out of bed, reaches for her robe and slippers, and leaves the room.
Downstairs in the kitchen, Emily turns on the burner under the kettle. As she waits for the water to boil, she stares out the window. A peaceful, serene air settles over her entire being.
A mug of steaming tea in hand, Emily sits down in one of the rocking chairs by the window in the living room. She gazes out at the iridescent sky to see the red, coral, yellow, and orange clouds announcing the coming sunrise and the later rainfall. She shuts her eyes in meditation. A moment later, a creak in the floorboard just over her head brings her to a slump as her deeply peaceful demeanor becomes deeply annoyed, deeply disheartened, deeply sad.
“Emily, my dear,” Angela says, “you’ve given it another chance. And another chance. And another. It’s clearly not working.” She motions for David to talk to their human.
“Emily, it sure doesn’t have to be like this.” He looks back at Angela, who gestures for him to continue. “Emily, you’re supposed to be happy. You’re of much greater service to everyone if you’re happy, plus it makes the Earth journey a lot more fun.” David looks at Angela again, who nods, impressed. “For all of us.”
“She’ll get it,” Angela assures him. “Someday. She has eternity.”
“Great.”
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