Angel opened her eyes to a bright light shining, trying to ignore the pounding in her head. Thinking it must be late morning for the light to be so bright. Angel decided to get up and start her day; however, when she tried to get out of bed, she was unable to move. Angel immediately started to panic.
Angel was unable to see if anything was holding her down; she only knew that she could not move her limbs. She did the only thing she could, she screamed. "Help somebody, help me! Deacon, Rose, where are you?" Angel did not get a response; all was quiet. Angel tried again, even louder this time.
"Will you stop that infernal racket? By the gods, it is always the pretty ones who make the most noise." Angel froze; she knew that voice. The light suddenly dimmed, and Angel could see
