People were getting out of their cars to evaluate the scene ahead. Cars were piled onto one another and smoke was flying up from one of them.

"There's a child!" Someone screamed out, pointing at the smoking car. "There's a child in that car!"

Sure enough, in the back seat of one of the cars, in a little booster seat, sat a little girl of about six, unconscious.

Some good Samaritans tried to pry open the door of the car, which was stuck. Smoke started to form the inside of the car and people could smell a fire.

Time was running out.

Up in the sky, against the autumn sun, flew a creature the size of a human. His white tunic and wings floated gently against the wind. He looked down and saw the smoke rising up and he knew this wasn't a good sign.

His sky-blue eyes squinted down at the humans below, who were running around like confused ants.

He admitted to himself that it looked comical, but the smoke didn't add to it.

Then he saw the fire on the car. He could hear people yelling and a woman screaming out "She's still in there! The child is still in there!!!"

As if on instinct, the angel dived down. He flew through the smoke. Big mistake. He covered his mouth so they couldn't hear him. They couldn't anyways, with all the screaming around.

He peeped into the window and saw a small figure inside. The angel smashed the window, hurting his hand in the process.

Wincing in pain, he quickly unbuckled the seat belt on the girl and pulled her out, ignoring his bleeding hand.

He held the girl close and listened as best he could.

She was breathing.

Relief washed through the angel and he hugged the girl. He had saved a human life. He was a hero.

Sirens were heard from a distance and the angel knew time was limited. He needed to get the girl away from the flaming car.

He folded his wings and they disappeared. Different clothes began to form on him. Tunic and sandals disappeared for a shirt, bomber jacket, jeans, black gloves, and sneakers. He ran to the other side of the wreckage, clutching the little girl.

"Hey!!!" He called out. People turned their heads toward him. "I have her!!!"

Someone ran up to him.

"Is she alright?" The person asked.

The angel grinned "She's okay, dude" He handed the little girl and smiled at her face.

"Hope to see you again soon, (Name)..." he whispered.

"Huh?" Said the person

The angel smiled at him again.

Then the car exploded in a plume of fire and toxic smoke.

With everyone's attention on the explosion, the angel dived away, and with everyone's back to him, he called back his ol' tunic and sandals. His wings reappeared and before people could turn back around, he had already shot himself upwards, toward the sky.

As he flew away from the incident, he couldn't help but fly around in circles, shouting in joy. He didn't mind his bleeding hand.