Leah, later that night, asked her father more about her sister. Her father was hesitant. He slowly spoke, "She was born to... A human. A human and I. Well, she wasn't entirely human. Part something. Possibly angel? I don't remember. Here's a name and address... I... don't know if she still lives there." Her father stood and dug through a cupboard. He handed her a piece of paper and he started to walk away.

Leah leaped out of the door, running to some house in the middle of the woods in the dark. She ran for a good 20 minutes before coming to a small house surrounded by spikes sticking out of the ground. What the f-   she must really want people to stay away.... She slowly walked to the door, avoiding spikes.

As she knocked, an older voice pierced the cold silence. "I'm coming!" It was bold and shocking to Leah, who had just been running with the sound of leaves crunching and her own heavy breathing. "Yes?" As the lady opened the door, Leah could see she was actually quite young, only around 35, which was reasonable since her daughter was presumably 14.

"Yes miss," Leah said. " I'm looking for a girl, around 14, she's your daughter? My father told me about her. She's my sister. " The woman gave her a look, then nodded. "She's gone off somewhere. She does it every few weeks for.... Work..." Leah thought for a moment. "Right, I'll try and find her.... a name?" she then looked up at the woman.

" .....Roman. "