Why do I have a feeling something bad is going to happen soon? I'm not a fortune teller, but something is putting me off.

I plop down on the bed and look at Isla, who's searching for some snack in the kitchen. "Isla? Do-"

"Hold on a second," she says, cutting me off. Her head is almost all the way inside a cabinet, arm reaching up to grab something. "Ha! Found you!" her muffled voice comes from inside the cabinet. She backs out with a bag of goldfish in her hand. "Sorry. What were you going to say?"

I force down a chuckle. "It's ok. I was just asking if you felt like something bad is gonna happen soon. 'Cuz I got that feeling."

She rips open the goldfish bag and pops one in her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. "Now that I think about it, yeah. It makes me feel really queasy. Hopefully it's nothing."

I nod. We sit there silently for a few minutes, except for the sound of the goldfish bag. I hear Isla sigh before opening her mouth to speak.

"Welp. Popular question, but any luck with your bracelet? I haven't had any," she says.

"Nope. You think we should ask the High Angel?" I suggest.

"I guess we probably should. I think she may have underestimated how long it would take to get our powers," she agrees.

So, we exited the apartment and drove the car to the local, yet unvisited, park. No one's there, as always. We get out of the car, walking over to the large, slightly overgrown fountain. Perching on its rim, I toss a coin into its surprisingly crystal clear water, and recite the words to speak with the High Angel.

"Tecum loquar, angelus? " I say. Immediately, a shimmering apparition appears in front of us. It's the High Angel, pictated in her regal beauty by the water droplets.

"Greetings, children!" she says. "How may I help you?"

"Greetings! We were just wanting to ask about our powers from the bracelets. We haven't gotten them yet," Isla explains.

The High Angel frowns. "That is odd. It should take only a day or two. It did for me and my sister."

"If I may, you and your sister were wise and powerful. We are just two young girls," I suggest.

"That is most likely it, Margaret." She smiles at me. "I'm sure they won't waste more time. I'm positive they will come within the week."

I nod, sharing a hopeful glance with Isla.

"Anything else?" the High Angel asks.

"No, I think that's all," Isla responds.

"Fantastic. Have a good time with Kira." she winks. "Alte vola, angeli. Fly high..." The apparition fades, leaving us with newfound hope.