Kay was sure he saw him. He wasn’t imagining things. Michael really was there, on the stairs, at the party; but he still couldn’t help but feel himself begin to panic when he searched every floor of the building and didn’t find him. He was there. He really was just there. Kay ran outside and began his search on the street. There were no other angels around, which he knew he should take as a good sign—only it could also mean that Michael wasn’t there either; but no, he pushed away all doubt and tried to remain hopeful until he reached his dorm.
He had never run faster than he did in that moment—he was almost flying up the stairs, going up two steps at a time, before he dashed towards his room. He had to hold onto the doorknob just so he could stop, and when he did, he could feel his finge
