When Amy woke up, she only saw a medium sized crater around her where she was curled up on the ground, bits of debris littering the ground. She looked up at the sky and saw the same golden ball of light she noticed as she fell, realizing that it was the sun. It was much brighter than she thought. The sky was dark, making her feel slightly scared. She tried to look for Signe, but saw no trace of her.

She grunted softly as she pushed herself off of the ground, brushing dirt off of her white sweatshirt and jeans. She was lucky to be alive, most angels who fell rarely survived, landing in the water or the impact too strong. There was a building in front of her, and since she didn't know what else to do, she hesitantly entered it.

The walls were lined with gray plastic made to look like rocks, multicolored handholds peppered across them.  Several humans were climbing them, smiling and laughing as they talked with each other.

Except for one.

He had faded blue hair matted to his forehead with sweat, his toned body visible through the green sweat soaked tank top he was wearing as he scrambled up the fake rock wall. His face was a mask of concentration, his hands and feet moving in a blur as they found purchase in a matter of seconds. As he climbed back down, his eyes happened to meet hers, his gaze softening.

"Are you okay?" He asked gently, panting a little as he adjusted the black rectangular framed glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose.

"I-I'm fine, thanks." She stuttered. Who was he?

"You're bleeding." He pointed out, gesturing to her forehead. She instinctively touched her forehead and felt a not too deep medium length scrape along her hairline.

Why am I bleeding? Angels don't bleed, Amy thought, internally panicking. That's when she realized that she answered her own question.

She wasn't an angel anymore.

Her wings must've burned up in the fall, her grace gone as well.

She was human.

"You should sit down, you look really pale." The man suggested, guiding her over to a chair by a round white table before getting her a cup of water. Normally she would've turned it down since to angels it just tasted like a bunch of particles, but she wasn't an angel anymore. She took a cautious sip of it, surprised by the odd taste of it but still liking it nonetheless.

"My name's Mark by the way." The man introduced himself, offering her a hand. She tilted her head in confusion, unsure of what to do. What did he want from her? He let the band awkwardly drop back down by his side after a moment, clearing his throat.

"What's your name?" Mark asked.

"Amandriel, but I prefer Amy." She stated. Amandriel was her real name, but her vessel was named Amy so she stuck with that name since she liked it better. It made her sound less stuck up like most angels were.

"Did you get attacked or something?" Mark gestured to the cut on her head.

"I tripped and fell." She lied, feeling a flash of guilt. She hated lying, but she doubted he would believe her if she said she was a fallen angel.

"You don't have on shoes." Mark observed. Amy looked down at her bare feet and realized he was right. She never really bothered to wear them since the ground in Heaven never hurt her feet.

"They may be too small, but I have a pair of spare shoes and socks in my bag you can keep until you get your own pair." Mark offered, digging through a black duffel he had laying by the table they were sitting at.

She opened her mouth to say no, but he was already handing her a pair of black tennis shoes and white socks.

"Thank you." She nodded in appreciation, slipping the socks and shoes on. They fit fairly well and felt comfortable compared to the weird textured floor.

"Are you new here? I don't think I've seen you here before." Mark smiled apologetically.

"Yeah, I'm new to the area." She admitted.

"Do you wanna get coffee? I know this pretty good place that doesn't cost much." Mark shouldered his duffel as he stood up, waiting to hear an answer from Amy.

"Sure." She said before she could really comprehend what he was asking. What even was coffee? Was it some kind of meal at a restaurant? Whatever it was, she was eager to find out.

"Want me to take you there?" Mark climbed into some kind of silver metal contraption. She considered sling what the thing he was sitting in was, but decided that it was better to not ask as she climbed in.

Apparently the machine was what humans called a "car". It was a motorized vehicle that allowed them to travel faster. They sat in comfortable silence, Amy staring out the window at the blurs racing by before they pulled up at their destination.

The building was small and seemingly deserted. There was a giant neon sign overhead that read "Dunkin' Doughnuts".

"What do you want?" Mark asked once they walked inside. Amy immediately felt lost reading all of the choices. She didn't know what any of them meant.

"Iced dark roast." She answered slowly. Mark ordered his drink before finding a small table in the back to sit at until their "coffees" were ready.

"Where're you from?" Mark clasped his hands together.

"Cincinnati." She answered quickly. It was the first place that came to mind for some reason.

"Me too!" He exclaimed with a smile.

"What do you do?" Mark asked.

"I don't know." She answered truthfully.

"Here's your order." A lady walked up and handed them two cups. Amy sniffed at the cup before taking a small sip. The burst of flavor was delicious as she greedily took several large gulps from it.

"Do you have anywhere to stay at or anything?" Mark took a sip of his coffee, blowing on it first.

"No." Amy shook her head.

"Me too." Mark sighed softly, his smile replaced by a small frown.

"My two friends and I got in a fight and-I shouldn't be telling you about this, it's not your problem." Mark waved his hand dismissively.

"I don't mind, I like helping people." She encouraged him to continue.

Mark hesitated before starting over his explanation.

"Basically, I treated my friends worse than they should've been and now I don't have a place to stay or anyone to talk to." Mark huffed with a hint of irritation in his tone, although she could tell it wasn't directed at her.

"I don't have a dollar to my name, a couple of college credits, or a top notch brain. I'm just a guy that makes videos on YouTube." Mark ran a hand through his hair, making ends of it stick up in various places.

"YouTube?" Amy repeated with a small frown of confusion.

"It's kinda hard to explain what it is." He admitted with an apologetic shrug.

"It's getting kinda late, I gotta go. Will I see you again?" Mark stood up.

"Definitely." She nodded, already trying to think up a plan of how to help him.

"Do you want me to drive you to a hotel or something?" Mark held the door open for her.

"I don't have money." Amy shoved her hands in her hoodie pocket.

"I'll pay for the both of us." Mark promised her, allowing her to climb into his car before he drove off.

Apparently a hotel was a large building that held several humans, giving gem a place to stay and free food. She hadn't even realized she was hungry until they stepped inside.

"There's a vending machine, you can pick something out." Mark handed her a piece of green paper. She assumed it was the currency humans used nowadays.

She bought a blue bag that read "Doritos" on it as well as a green bottle of something called "Mountain Dew". Both of hem sounded delicious to her even though she had no idea what they were. There was a lot she would have to learn if she was going to be stuck in Earth as a human.

"Room twenty-seven." Mark held up a card and motioned for her to follow him down the carpeted hall. She opened the blue bag to find triangle shaped did that smells pretty good. She took a bite of one before washing it down with the Mountain Dew. Both tasted amazing.

The room itself was sparsely furnished with a single bed with a bedside table and a black box called a "tv" according to Signe when she asked what she knew about the humans. She felt a pang of sorrow for her missing friend, determined to find her as soon as possible.

"I'll sleep on the floor." Mark volunteered, curling up on the ground. It didn't take long before he quickly fell asleep after moving his glasses to a safe place where they wouldn't get smashed.

She felt drowsy as well, which was new for her. Normally she didn't sleep. She lifted the sleeping man up with some difficulty and laid him down on the bed, curling up next to him. She didn't understand why he wanted to sleep on the floor, the bed was much more comfortable and there was plenty of room for the both of them. She watched Mark's chest rise and fall with each deep breath he took before falling asleep as well.