Emma’s head turned when she saw the cat peek out from under her bed and make a swipe for the mouse that continued to elude it. “I guess it’s just us tonight, guys,” she told them. The cat gave her an annoyed look like it was Emma’s fault that it couldn’t catch the sneaky mouse. “Hey, it’s not my fault that you’re too lazy to stand up when you try to catch your dinner. Sliding on your belly is really pretty pitiful.” It yawned as though bored and then slid back into the shadows under the bed.
Emma looked at Raphael as she climbed up on the bed and sat with her legs crossed. She wondered what angels did on New Year’s or if it was something they even acknowledged at all. She figured not since they seemed to see time differently than humans. She kind of felt bad that he would be stuck, bored
