Angel Mel, Jason, and Cora emerge from the Sacred Pool with fairies in hand. They scramble back on shore without a drop of water on them. “Good to be home,” the angel exclaims, stretching his arms wide. “So very, very good.”
“Wow, that’s an understatement.” Jason runs his hand through his sandy hair. “I’m never running away from Heaven on the Holy Rollercoaster again.”
“I’m never going to run away again either.” Cora brushes herself off. “I’m staying put right here. That was one close call.”
“Close call is right,” Jason agrees. “I plan to hang around here, too. For a very long, long time. Maybe forever.”
Angel Mel goes to take his leave before he stops and turns around. “Just one more very important thing, Ragweedy Pete of Rose Petal Flats.”
“What’s that, big guy?” the fairyman asks.
