“Who... who did you say you were again?” The man finally managed to ask. He still remained tense, and in a fighting stance, unwilling to back down.

Sam's eyes were still glowing. He wasn't sure how they were, but he figured it helped to match the man's fierceness.

“I am Sam Sander,” came his response. His voice was enhanced in this rage-like state. It sounded ominous, “They've been calling me 'Pilgrim.'”

The man let his guard down, finally. He shook his head.

“I'll be. You're the angel from the news report. Beat up a couple of wannabe thugs, and have been the talk of the town ever since.” He raised his hands up to signify the fight was over. “Pleasure to meet ya. I'm Tyrone Johnson. Friends just call me 'TJ.'”

TJ extended his hand upwards to Sam. After taking a moment to calm down, Sam descended and gripped TJ's hand. Even his handshake was intimidating.

I'm the one with superpowers, but this guy is the scary one.

“First of all, TJ, I owe you an apology. I was wrong to assume the worst of you from the beginning. I have no excuse for--”

“I get it,” TJ interrupted, “Big scary black man with a gun. Doesn't make it right, but I get it. Wouldn't expect that behavior from an angel though, if I'm being honest.”

Sam dismissed his wings and spear.

“The thing is, I'm not an angel. The long and short of it is that an angel named Evangelos just appeared one day, gave me these powers, and quoted some Scripture at me.”

“So you have met an angel? Wow... I have so many questions... Which verse did he mention, by the way?”

“It was umm... Matthew 5:16. 'Let your light so shine before men.'”

TJ laughed wildly and kept shaking his head in disbelief.

“Why is that funny?” Sam finally had to ask.

Still laughing, TJ took off his jacket and showed his right arm to Sam. As he read the words inked on TJ's arm, a chill went down Sam's spine.

Along his right arm, he wore the same verse of Scripture that Evangelos had quoted just a few days prior.

“Do you think it's coincidental?” Sam pondered to himself and out loud.

“With my God? I doubt it's a coincidence, my man. Divine Intervention. I had this tattoo done a few years back, after my wife and baby were taken from me. That was her favorite verse. She always told me to show God's light in these dark times. That's why I volunteer... and why I occasionally help 'clean up the streets', like from the other night.”

Sam did not know what to say. This had definitely been the person meant to help him. He even appeared to be a believer. Now, he needed to let him know and get him up to speed.

“Can we sit down? Maybe grab a bite? There's some stuff we need to talk about, I think.”

“Sure,” TJ replied, “Not like this day can get much weirder."