A new day has dawned, the sun's out, it’s brighter than it was yesterday, Detroit has never looked so alive. Sarah’s at home, lying on her bed with her hands behind her head. That feeling of fear hasn't left her soul since her encounter with that strange man. She softly sighs and sits up, grabs her phone and texts Veronica if Anna was fine. Veronica replied with signs of relief, sending emotes.

Her mother walks in with a cup of tea, and sits next to her daughter who still seems spooked.

She smiles, “My little blossom of life. What’s the matter?” Sarah didn’t respond, she continued to stare at her phone that was resting on her lap. “Sarah? Something’s bothering you huh? You can’t hide your suppressed emotions from your mother.” She pokes Sarah’s cheek, making her grin a bit. “Come on sweety, tell your mother what’s causing you to give you the shivers?”

Sarah lets out a deep sigh and looks at her mother. “You never fail to cheer me up, huh mom?”

Her mother replied to her daughter with a wink. Sarah deeply sighed and looked straight.

“Sarah, tell me before I have to force it outta you my sweetums.”

“Okay, mother.” Sarah replied in a soft tone. “Th-there were these guys at school yesterday, strange guys. At first they were the men who quarantined the towns close by.”

“Oh! You mean those no good gentlemen from the news? That’s surprising.”

Sarah nods and glances down on her phone's screen. “They were at my school to address the mysterious deaths that’ve been occuring in our city. I always sensed something strange from those guys, but then the other guy surprised us all with men in white robes… especially two who seemed very scary.”

Her mother was listening carefully, growing more serious the longer her daughter spoke. She sipped her tea and kept her eyes locked onto her worried daughter.

“One had gold prints of Mary and Jesus…”

Hearing that description made her mother react. The cup she held vibrated in her silent anger. It also made her furrow her brows and twitch an eye.

Sarah continued, “But the other guy… he-he was something else. I’ve-I’ve never felt such a presence...” Sarah grabs her mother's hand, “Mom… I’m-I’m so scared of the world you taught me. I’ve already used my powers to fight some sort of evil spirit.”

Her mother placed the tea down on the cabinet to her side and Sarah saw her dull yet angry expression. “Sarah… What did I tell you about using your mana in the real world?”

“No mom, you’ve got it wrong! You remember when they found me near the zone unconscious and all bruised up?”

“Yes I do?” her mother replied, coldy.

Sarah tilted her head down and clenched her mother’s hand. “I was sucked into another dimension… and that spirit almost killed me.”

Sarah’s mother raises her hand that wasn’t touched and uses it to raise her daughter’s head. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner sweety?” She shakes her head, “I should be apologising for not informing you more about these things.”

Sarah’s mother’s face changed and she grew sad. She looked and felt shameful. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry for not realising this sooner than expected, my dear daughter.” Her mother muttered.

Sarah moaned. “Mom…?”

Her mother’s face changed again and went back to normal. “Tell me more, my wonder of life.”

Sarah nods, “Okay mom… When I felt and fought the spirit up close, the same feeling that you and I detected within my friend Anna—I also felt it… inside of Jack. The same feeling of horrendousness.”

Sarah’s mother raised her brows, “Jack?!” She shouted surprisingly, “I thought he was dead?”

“Sirry, I forgot to tell you that he wasn’t dead after all, but his situation is still fishy if I must be honest.”

Her mother sighs, but she notices her daughter's eyes begin to quiver out of fear again.

“I’m so lost now though, Mom. Cause he too has powers similar to that of mine.”

Sarah’s mother didn’t like the sound of that and balled a fist.

“In spite of all these circumstances, hiding my identity as you taught me… those men in white knew I was a Witch.” Sarah gripped her shorts and bit her lip, “I can’t forget the eyes of that man with the robe, he seemed to be staring at something so disgusting and vile.” Her eyes started to swell, “And th-that was me…”

Sarah’s eyes dropped tears of hurt and fear, staining her black clothing with her hidden burdens. Sarah’s mother looked up at the ceiling and stared off into space while her daughter whimpered softly.

“Mom, I’m so scared… I don’t know what to do!” As Sarah whimpered, her mother grabbed and held Sarah, trying to comfort her.

She pats Sarah’s head and shushes her softly. “There there, it’s okay. I know the real world is scary, but look at me Sarah.” Sarah looked into her mother's eyes as her mother grew a calm smile. “No matter how scary and cruel things get for you, even when the world may one day go against you… know this—”

She lets go of Sarah and unhooks her necklace, one that she kept sacred and one similar to her daughter but slightly bigger and shinear. She wraps it around Sarah’s neck, leaving her speechless. She took off Sarah’s old necklace and put it on instead, trading their places.

She placed her hand on the pendant that used to call her upper chest home. “With this necklace, I’ll always be there to help you. Just tap it at the centre and all of my knowledge and power will aid you in the worst situations—And maybe… one day, you too can harnish the same value as I have, me dear daughter.”

Sarah wipes her eyes, she smiles and hugs her mother again. “Thank you mom. Although I’m still scared, but with this!” She gently places her fingers on the pendant, “I’ll know that you’re there to comfort me at all times.” Both Sarah and her mother softly giggle, continuing their conversation about the mysterious men in white.

Sarah and her mother were finished with their conversation about the men in white, which made her mother more concerned about her safety. But her mother felt confident that her daughter will avoid them and overcome this problem, so long as she follows her rules. Her mother went out for a bit to get something while Sarah stayed behind to avoid anything confrontational. Sarah’s outside in her luscious backyard that strived with life. Squirrels ran around, chipmunks too, birds chirping everywhere, and the plant life was exceptional.

Sarah’s sitting on one of the benches, basking in this bright new day. “This day may be more beautiful, but I question if this is natural. Even mother nature is telling me that something is fishy with the weather.”

A gust of wind blew on Sarah’s face, which sent chills. She shivered without making a moan, but got an answer from nature.

I knew it… Sarah thought.

A random chipmunk hopped on her lap and sat there, eating a nut it stole from a nearby bird feeder. Sarah stared at its cuteness without an expression, watching the creature eat something that it stole.

“Huh, watching you eat the nut you stole from that bird feeder reminds me of something for some odd reason.” Sarah nods, “why am I getting some sense of deja vu from you? It’s like… I’m being reminded of something, a memory, a thought? An action? Almost like I’ve—done something similar to what you have…”

Sarah’s feelings were being mixed. A burden of a past thought she’s not familiar with came back with a vengeance; feelings of guilt, sorrow, and sadistic tendencies. The chipmunk then looked at Sarah, tilting its head. Sarah gasped, moaned, groaned, laughed, but cried. Suddenly, she went back to normal and shook her head.

“What the heck?!” she said, her breathing growing frantic. “What’s-What’s going?! My-my breathing… my emotions! Why is this happening all of a sudden?” Sarah clutched her head and moaned loudly, and bursted out in laughter one more time.

Her eyes grew wide, wider than the animal staring at her. The other animals that were around gathered in front, watching the goth girl become bi-polar right before their clueless minds. Her hair fluttered, flickered a different colour, and her eyes gleamed purple momentarily. Once her eyes went back to normal, she coughed and lay back on the bench, exhausted.

Her mother had just returned and hurried to the backyard. She saw her daughter drooling, and dozing off into the sky. “Sarah, are you okay?” she asked calmly.

Sarah’s mother went to sit by her side, placing her tiny hand on her head. She then glanced at the animals that were watching, raising a brow.

This is my fault… Sarah’s mother thought.

She hugged her duaghter and rubbed her arm as she looked unconscious. “My precious creation of life… I’ll do everything that I can so you can be as detached from my being; even if it kills me and brings our crazed world to an end, once again.”

Sarah’s mother gazed at the sky and softly smiled. Like I did—so selfishly eighteen years ago.

Her mother giggled and kissed her daughter on her head. “And I don’t regret a single thing… for it was all for you, my adoring loving daughter, Sarah.”

The animals that were their audience bowed to them and stayed in their postures. The clear fluffed clouds swelled and roared the skies, turning the day into a fluff of clouded hell. Sarah’s mother giggled one last time before letting out an angry scream, one filled with a burdened past of sorrow and unreeling rage; a scream loud enough for not only the world to hear, but specifically to those who brought fear into her own flesh and blood. Her precious daughter, Sarah.

***

William was sitting on Dr. Cato’s chair, thinking until he heard a wretched scream coming from the outside world. William’s thinking transitioned to intriguing, stroking his chin hair.

“My my, what’s this that I hear? A voice befitting for a Witch? But one aimed towards us it seems, fascinating.” William said, rising from the chair.

Dr. Cato was also present, standing near the windows and seemed annoyed after hearing the scream. “Great… more supernatural crap. Just what we needed! What is this that I’m hearing now?! Is it from that demon girl?”

William glanced at his cane. “Not even close, Catholic. This is a war cry, one from a person bearing an unfamobale amount of Sin. And in fact, a shareholder and harbinger of one”

Dr. Cato groaned and walked over to William who’s staring off into space. “Alright, I think I’ve had enough of all this. Enough playing around, let's get down to a plan on fixing Angela.”

William didn’t reply, instead basked at his own elegance. Dr. Cato smacked his lips and waved his hand in front of his face, but was still ignored. Dr. Cato didn’t have time to play these games and decides to grab William’s shoulder, but he quickly stops Dr. Cato from getting any closer by pointing his cane at him.

“Patience now, Cato.”

Dr. Cato grew impatient and clenched a fist. Just when he was about to raise his fist and yell at William, a phone began to ring. William clears his throat and reaches into his pocket, keeping his cane pointing at Dr. Cato while he pulls his phone out and answers it.

“Hello? Who might this be?” He said with a frown.

Dr. Cato relaxed and waited while William spoke on his phone. William’s frown turned upside down after hearing the person's voice.

“Oh, it’s you my beautiful flower! How are you in this darkest hour? Oh! I’m fine, just doing God’s work as usual, that’s all. What’s that? Yes yes, I’ll be sure to behave as humanely as I can my dear. Okay, I love you too, take care.” He hung up and had the biggest smile on his face, he turned to Dr. Cato and lowered his cane. “Yes! Dear Catholic?”

Dr.Cato sighs out of annoyance. “Nevermind… who was that?”

William tilts his head as he slightly twitches his left eye. “How rude of you, such demeanour would have you beheaded in my days!”

“Umm, you don’t look that much older than I do?”

“Is that so?” He smacks his cane on his palm, staring into Dr. Cato’s eyes. “I’m sure you wanted to lecture something about the events that unfolded yesterday? Am I… correct?”

“Yeah, but none of that matters now, seeing how you’re all calm and stuff.”

William slightly chuckles. “You should be happy! We’re so close to your goal and to that of my own! This isn’t a time of worry, but a time of celebration! Come now Catholic, let us have a drink to ease our souls.” He walks towards his bag that was set next to the door and reaches into it, pulling out a bottle made out of the finest glass and gold. “Ahh! Such elegance! What do you say, dear Catholic?”

Dr. Cato sighs and decides to join William for a drink. The two sat down on the leather chairs placed around his desk. William poured without saying a word, allowing the poured liquid to do the talking. Dr. Cato’s the first to take a shot, which made William grin. William then took his first shot as well, then more was poured and consumed. As the two drank in the quiet room, Dr. Cato decided to stop after his fourth and ask William about his phone call again. William smirks and sets his shot down, he stands up once again and walks behind Dr. Cato who was still seated. Dr. Cato felt uncomfortable and was about to stand up, but William placed his hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

Dr. Cato felt like a massive boulder was placed on his shoulder. Holy shit! Is this guy superhuman or something?! Jesus!

William taps Dr. Cato’s shoulder and places his hands on his cane. “The person on the phone has nothing to do with your plan of selfish needs. Like I said before, Catholic; Don’t be so rude to jolt in my personal life, but if you must know… it was my beloved child, the one person I care for in this sick world of greed.” He walked away and sat back down on Dr. Cato’s chair. “She’s someone so pure, so innocent, a child who brought my life that was once in shambles… into the man I am today.” William sat there in silence, rocking the chair back and forth.

Dr. Cato felt William’s attitude changing, it appears that whoever he was speaking about was making him a bit emotional. Dr. Cato wanted to ask more about this person he spoke of, and once his mouth opened, Archard slammed the door and walked in with such seriousness Dr. Cato thought he was about to break the doors down.

William looks over to his partner. “What’s the matter, Archard? You better have a good reason to not only barge in, but make all that noise as well.”

Archard kneels, placing his hand on his chest. “Forgive me for my rudeness, Sir William.”

William nods. “All is forgiven. Now, what is the matter?”

Archard stands. “My friend, we have a problem.”

“And what is this problem that you speak of?”

“I’ve come across a fallen spirit known as Lost Hope.”

William chuckles, “You mean that? Fallen spirit, why, it must've followed us all the way here. Wonderful! Did you exercise the poor soul?”

Archard got serious. “Yes I did, but that isn’t the problem.”

William also got serious. “Oh? So, what is it?”

“Thinking I was saving a random civilian, it appears the one known as Jack was close to meeting his demise, but I stopped it from consuming his treacherous soul…” He gritted his teeth, remembering how disrespectful of a person Jack was. “I realised it was him when I got closer, the fool even pointed a gun at me.”

William twitched his eyes slightly. “How shameful, how dare he.” He said in a slightly angered tone.

“Not only that, he’s quite familiar to the other worlds, the ones taught to us by you. He also has knowledge of spirits and—Witches.” Archard walks next to William, “He even claims to have experienced these phenomenons first hand.”

William turns to Dr. Cato, looking at him with disgust. “I see… this is most troublesome indeed…” He slowly turns his head to his partner, “Now tell me this though, was he afraid of you?”

Archard grinned. “But of course, my friend. But his ego didn’t allow it to be shown.”

William grins. “Cheeky child, isn’t he? He expressed his fear to me when I first came across the fellow. Alas, I’ve grown quite used to people fearing me. Is that all you have to tell me?”

“No, there’s someone here with a presence so heavy I thought I was about to be crushed by the force of its existence!”

William’s grin faded and the holy man expressed nothing. “Oh, how interesting? How intense was this being’s presence?”

“I didn’t see who it was, but just that bit of its energy when it freed Jack from my grasp…” Archard hesitated, William was left hanging, waiting for Archards answer. He swallowed and furrowed his brows. “...felt like I was in the presence of some sort of God-like being...”

William remained calm by his response and looked infazed. “Strange. I’m guessing you finally got to sense it that close? I thought I was the only one who felt such a presence.” Archard gasps slightly, “I’ve known about this presence for a long time, Archard but kept it to myself. Months, years, God only knows how long I’ve sensed them… But this time, it’s different, we’ve seemed to awaken something quite freighting.”

Dr. Cato butts into their conversation by walking towards them. “So what’s the matter? You met Jack and met someone who’s stronger than the two of you? Big whoop! This isn’t about you two, this is about saving a poor girl named Angela… so quit wasting my time or I’ll do this myself!”

Archard felt his nerves struck from Dr. Cato’s ignorance, so he turned to him with anger. “Watch your mouth! We understand you, but! We can not ignore these other events taking—!” William stops him by putting his arm out.

William walks to Dr. Cato and pats his back. “You’re right! We’re wasting your time, so go on ahead and do what you must, doctor! You have the resources, so... go on! We won’t stop thee, we’ll be leaving, goodnight, Catholic.” William starts walking away, but stops in front of the door before opening it. “Don’t worry about her, Catholic! The time is almost ripe for her to awake from her permanent slumber.” He opens the door and Archard quickly follows behind as the two finally take their leave, leaving Dr. Cato by himself in his own office.

Dr. Cato reaches his hand out to them, “Wait! What did you do to her! You monsters!” The door closes quicker than his words could reach them. He smacks his lips out of anger, “Crazy bastards, good riddance! Now I can do this my own way.” He walks to his desk and grabs his phone, he begins making phone calls to pursue his new plan.

Walking down the long white hallway leading to the elevators, William and Archard were on their way out. During their walk, Archard asked William why he’d allow Dr. Cato to do such a thing if they were hired. William corrected his partner that it was Mathew who hired them and not him. Archard understood, he asked why’d he leave his office with such calmness after Dr. Cato’s awful attitude.

“My dear partner Archard, you see! Fools like him are bound to fail, so let him learn his selfishness, only then! He’ll finally learn and beg for our forgiveness. Let him be in the meantime…” He halts and turns serious, slamming his cane on the ground. “... and allow him to bask in his own failure, but in the meantime; Let us pray for the poor souls, affected by this creature of unknown and detest.” They walk away, leaving a trail of their own anger as they finally walk out of the hallway and into the elevator.

***

Inside Detroit’s medical centre, Jack Samr’s resting on Angela’s bedside, still not giving in to what the doctors told him two years ago; telling him and staring into his sorrowed eyes, in which Angela would never awake. Even if she would, her brain won’t function right and she might succumb to retardation. The young man won’t give in to that, no matter how much the odds are against his only hope in life. As the years went by, months flew away, and weeks crumbled down to mere days, Jack couldn’t help but feel tired of all this past ridiculousness. From his encounters to ghosts, spirits, Witches, powers that defy science, reality, and mother nature, this was driving him closer to insanity. Or so he thinks. With all this experience alone made him realise how different the world actually truly is.

Jack sat up and sighs and grabs Angela’s motionless hand. “Angela…” He dwindles with her fingers and softly grins.

At least Jack wasn’t alone now or sharing his darkness to someone who didn’t deserve to be sucked into it. His self-adopted uncle Eric. By reuniting with his friends and reuniting with Angela, just being by her bedside and hanging out with his childhood friends is enough to bring back some joy to his miserable life.

Jack pats her head, gently. “Your hair’s growing more and more… damn, how? And why so fast?”

Mallory came into thought again. Jack groaned. I’m sorry to compare you sis… but you really are starting to look like—

Jack stopped his thought. He didn’t want to compare the two. He shakes his head and takes a huge deep breath. He rests his head beside her face as he continues holding her hand, falling asleep peacefully, for once.

Inside a vast empty space of black, Jack’s lying on the floor. He’s the only object that’s visible within the darkness. He lay there, sleeping without a worry, but questioning in his slumber why he felt like he was sleeping on the floor. Jack stumbled on the floor, and rubbed his eyes. He awoke from his sleep and found himself in total black.

It angered him and he didn’t scream, shout, grow worry, instead he acted natualant. “What now?” he muttered.

Jack stood up and scanned the darkness, quickly spotting Mallory’s backside. From Jack’s viewpoint she appeared to be crossing her arms and had her head slanted to the right.

“What’s she up to now?” Jack said, sighing.

Jack relaxed his body and went to her. She heard his heavy boots echo the chamber of darkness around them and she moaned in worry. Jack stood beside her and he got a better read on her emotions. She appeared upset from how she looked away and hid her face with the shadows of her lingering bangs.

Jack groans a bit out of frustration. “Mallory, what is it that you want? Why summon me like this all of sudden?”

She didn’t answer. Mallory stood there with the look of worry on her face. She looks down, Jack didn’t like that look coming from her, he actually felt bad seeing how vulnerable she looked yet he couldn’t help but feel the need to compliment how human she was acting. It even gave him courage to grab her hand and hold just her fingers. He wanted to bring an ease of comfort to her so she could answer his question. It worked. She slides her fingers between his, and slowly lifts her head. Her eyes quivered out of fear? Anger? Jack couldn’t tell from how big they were.

Jack continued staring into those gorgeous eyes of hers to ease her emotions further. “Mallory, what’s the matter? What’s bothering you?” he said in a soft tone.

Mallory closes the gap between the two and places her hand on his chest. “I’m sorry… that I couldn’t answer your calls of help that night.” She was on the brink of tears.

Jack grabs her chin and wipes a tear that managed to escape. “It’s fine. Oddly enough, some guy in a shiny white robe saved my ass, but he seemed different than Sarah.”

“So… you’ve encountered the other one I spoke off, oh no…”

“What do you mean? I’m not sure if I forgot, but when you just said other—you mean as in like that guy that spooked you? Correct?”

Mallory nods. “Yes, another Exorcist. When I heard your pleads, and sensed that spirit that almost engulfed you, once I was about to shoot myself into action… I sense that Exorcised and his horrific existence.”

Jack gasps. “Wow! You knew that much? Hey now that you mention it… how was I able to see something that technically doesn’t exist?”

Mallory sighs. “You’re right, a normal person would never witness something like that, perhaps being around Angela might have influenced something in you.” She rubs his chest gently, “but we have bigger problems Jack…”

Jack raised his eyebrows, feeling suspicious. “Wh-What do you mean… bigger problems.”

Mallory let off and looked into his eyes. “They did something…” She pauses and clenches Jack’s hand. “...to Angela.”

Jack got angry, balling his fists. “Who? Who did something to her?” He said furiously.

“I don’t know who, but I have a feeling it was that guy you bumped into the other day. That explains why I’m back inside her and he managed to…” She clenches her fist and slightly grits her teeth, shaking her head and quickly hides her suspicion. “Ne-Nevermind, I just wanted to talk to you, before it finally happens.”

“Until what happens?” he replied, nervously angry.

Mallory slowly walks backwards into the darkness. “I’m sure you’ll be more than happy to see it yourself.” She smiles and for once, it affects Jack, making him slightly blush. She too blushes and fades away.

Jack’s left standing in the void of nothingness, placing his hand on his chest and felt his heart pacing. He felt his face grow hot and that image of her gentle smile staying its welcome. Jack couldn’t understand this feeling, but enjoyed the sensation a bit. He closes his eyes and he too fades away, but as soon as he faded, a man with hair way past his shoulders, smearing his face with its greasy nature, wearing clothes that of mediaeval times walked out of the darkness.

His clothes looked really old and his body was that of an anorexic. He clenches his fist. “Fool… just like I, death, comthe, to thee… soon.”

Jack wakes up. He’s still at Angela's bedside and groans. He looked over his shoulder and noticed that morning was approaching. He stretches and scratches the back of his neck, but as soon as he tugged his left arm, he felt something prevent it from moving. Jack’s eyes grew wide once he saw the culprit. He remembered grabbing Angela’s hand before passing out. He saw her clutch and his eyes quickly quivered in such excitement, he grabbed her hand and shook it, trying to get a reaction out of her once again like last time.

Jack kneeled and shook her arm. “Angela, come on baby sis! I know you can hear me!” He caressed her cheek. “Angela… please wake up!”

Jack felt her clutch grow stronger and made him gasp, just when that gleam of excitement was inducing Jack, Angela’s heart monitor went from that of a beeping, to a solid line, haunting the room with its long beep. All that excitement and joy within Jack came crashing down as that sound echoed in the room. He slowly looked down on Angela and his eyes slowly turned bloodshot, he collapsed his head onto the bed and felt his heart shattered into a million pieces.

Doctors came bursting into the room and ordered someone to grab some defibs. They tried grabbing Angela, but Jack angrily got up from his knees and pushed all the doctors away, screaming out such a devastated cry. The doctors knew how he felt, they tried calming him down but that only made it worse. He continued shouting at them to get away from her and to leave them be. Jack held Angela’s motionless body to dear life, continuing to scream at the top of his lungs. He was so close to breaking. He shook his head, not believing that this was happening. Jack mumbled her name repeatedly, he rocked back and forth as he held Angela. The doctors lowered their heads and looked away, knowing this is all too common in the medical field. Yet some felt they couldn’t bear and watch Jack breakdown, to them there’s nothing sadder than a sibling passing away in front of their own.

Jack buries his head onto her face. “Don’t-Don’t leave me… Angela.” Jack muttered.

Her movement was motionless, and that beep continued. Jack’s body quivered out of devastation, his eyes started to glisten. Everyone gave a moment of silence, letting Jack morun quietly for a couple of minutes. Once the doctors, a couple of nurses gave him his time, the main doctor just as he was about to confirm to Jack his sister's passing; The heart monitor began to beep again. Everyone gasped in shock and the doctors couldn’t believe it. Jack looked at the beating monitor, he too couldn’t believe it.

“ho-How…?” Jack whispered then gasped, remembering Mallory’s words and her smile. “Did she—save her?”

Jack stared at Angela’s face and smiled. He kissed her head and chuckled out of such worry. He sniffled and then, he saw movement from her shut eyelids. Jack’s jaw dropped and he got stiff. His eyes widened so much doctors thought he was about to pass out. With the sun slowly rising from the window beside Jack and Angela, the rest of the audience heard faint cawing and saw a crow landing on the window. It turned its head and stared at the doctors with eyes filled with a purple glint. The doctors felt a little creeped out and decided to step away a little further from Jack.

Jack quietly whispers, “Angela…” as he watches her eyes slowly lift open, revealing those hidden blue gems of beauty. The doctors were so shocked that someone as young as her was waking up from such a devastating coma and being pronounced for at least five minutes.

Angela’s eyes were finally open, showing the world her glistening blue eyes of hope and innocence. Sleeping beauty looked up at Jack, tears flowed out of those once slumbered eyes, now gleaming with joy by the sight of her own brother. “J-J-J-ack.” Angela mumbled while her eyes continued pouring.

Jack’s face brightened, his mouth quivered from nervousness and joy; a single tear flowed out of his eye and landed on her face. “An-Angela!” He shouted in the happiest tone he’s ever expressed.

He held her tightly as he continued to say her name repeatedly, letting the world know that she’s awake and back from the dead. Angela could barely move her arms but managed to so she could wrap them around her brother.

Angela buried her face onto his chest and softly cried. “Ja-Jack…” She said so devastatingly while gripping his shirt so intensely.

The doctors couldn’t help but shed tears of joy as well. They all cheered and tapped each other's shoulders, feeling glad that she woke up from her permanent slumber. Jack and Angela continue embracing each other, her muffled cries made Jack shush her as he rubbed her long hair. With the morning sunset finally rising, shining beside the two and creating a beautiful image to the doctors, Jack lets out another tear. The young man cried in silence, and the crow that watched from the outside cawed one last time before flying away into the sunset and disappearing into the new day.