We seem to be dropped from the sky, tumbling over each other and towards the ocean.

I clutch Margaret and we both scream as we plummet downward, bracing for impact.

I suddenly remember that we were angels. And angels have wings!

"Margaret! Wings!" I shout over the roar of the wind rushing past our ears, concentrating hard on my angel form.

20 feet above the surface, white feathered wings sprout from our shoulder blades and we frantically flap, stopping our fall just inches from the surface, mist spraying our ankles and feet.

We stay there for a few minutes, surveying the area around. I spot some familiar buildings in the distance and point.

"Is that..?" I ask.

"Our hometown?" Margaret finishes, squinting. "I, I think so."

"This is gonna be so weird..." I mutter.

We flap towards a completely empty section of the beach and land.

"Maybe we should change our appearances a bit more..." Margaret suggests.

"Ok, then I want pink hair!" I say, flipping my currently dark brown hair.

Margaret rolls her eyes, then screws up her forehead, and with a slight pop her wings fold inward and her dark skinned and brown silky haired disguise changes into dark blue-gray hair and pale white skin.

I do the same and my hair changes to a bubblegum pink and my skin darkens slightly.

"All set!" I say with a grin.

"Code names!" says Margaret abruptly. "It'll look suspicious if two new girls show up with the same names as the two... dead girls..." she says, hesitating at the last two words.

I think for two seconds, then immediately come to a decision.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Tiffany," I say with a giggle and a clumsy curtsy.

Margaret giggles too, and curtsies back.

"A pleasure. I'm Millie!" She says proudly.

After a few minutes of awkward silence after that, I pose the question.

"What do we do now? We don't even know how to find this... demon... much less how to fight it," I say nervously.

"Well, we want to fit in, so let's find a school or something and a place to live," she says reasonably.

We set off towards our old high school, planning to enroll there and find a friend or two.

When we get there it's dusk, so, I sneak in while Margaret keeps watch and grab enrollment forms, making it out without a hitch.

We fill them out and put them on the desk, praying that we'll be in the schedule on Monday.

We sneak back out of the school and wander around to look for a place to live.

We pass a group of black clad people. We stare in shock at our parents, at my boyfriend Caleb, at my youngest sisters Hazel and Emily, at Margaret's grandmother and her grandma's little dog. All in black, trudging along. Going to our funeral. I turn away, unable to watch. Margaret seems stuck, her expression blank.

I grab her and gently pull her away. We hurry in the opposite direction.

•••

We find a cheap apartment from a seller who seemed pretty desperate when we said we were looking for a place to live. I guess we passed for 18 even as 16-year-olds, and with the money the High Angel gave us, a bit of smart talking and persuasion, and some signatures on the documents, we were soon walking into our new one bed one bath apartment.

I wondered why it was so cheap and easy, hoping it doesn't come back to bite us later, if there's something wrong with the apartment that hinders us in our quest.

After we set our small amount of belongings from the Realm of Infinite Heart in the apartment, we set out for the local grocery store to get some food. Even if we don't technically need to eat, it'll provide a sense of normalcy in this wacky new life.

We pay for some basic food for the week plus some snacks with more money from the High Angel, but I wonder how much we have left. What if we run out and have to talk to the High Angel right then and there? Our cover would be blown!

I push the thoughts out of my mind as we return to the apartment, and it soon becomes preoccupied on something else.

I sit on my small bed, my thoughts still stuck on the funeral procession we saw. The funeral for us. It doesn't seem right.

I can tell Margaret is thinking about it too.

I eventually lay down and drift into an unrestful sleep filled with demons and black clad people.

•••

We pass the weekend by preparing and playing, like when we were in the Realm of Infinite Heart.

We also try to figure out the secrets of our bracelets, testing and tapping and prodding, trying to activate them.

"It's not working!" Margaret says in frustration on Sunday morning, throwing down the bracelet and flopping backwards onto the small couch.

"It's ok, maybe it kicks in when we need it?" I say tentatively.

In truth, I'm frustrated too. We've spent every second that we aren't preparing trying to activate the bracelets and made no progress.

•••

By the end of the weekend, neither of us feel any different and we go to bed Sunday disappointed, but tentatively excited for the day ahead and possibly learning new and important information.