"You're welcome," Sonny says, somehow sounding exhausted and amused and the tiniest bit exasperated all at once. Now seems like a good a time as any to take a break, so he sits down in the chair beside her, a little more properly than she does. But that's mostly just out of habit.

"Back in my day?" he echoes. "Are you calling me old? Besides, I know about angels — I'm Catholic, I grew up learning about angels. I just don't know about angels that move when you're not looking at them."

It sounds like a freaking horror movie, truthfully. If she is telling the truth and isn't just crazy, he really doesn't envy what she's been through.