It is just too frightening, considering what had happened recently to the first Risen pair. Everyone's walking about really urgently now and discussing the matter in hushed voices, and I just feel really helpless, unable to do much except check in on Chris every now and then, to make sure if he's okay ( Read more... )

Finally got back from the trials of the Bali bombing. I had to be there and ensure that justice is done. In the end, three witnesses ended up breaking down into tears due to the intensity of the trial, and now Ed has taken over. I hope things go well ( Read more... )

Why am I standing on a cloud ( Read more... )

*sounds the clarion call*

We are going down to Hell for a peaceful negotiation to rescue one of our kind, Angel Ed. If the two of us do not return in due time, then please send more help, aided by non-threatening equipment like rolling pins and frying pans. *nods at Angel Marton*

*holds out my hand to Sean, a bit nervous* Ready, Sean my love?

I rest on a cloud, glad to be back after a stressful week on Earth. With a snap of my fingers, I make a white wall appear before me, as well as some paints and a few brushes. Picking up one of the brushes, I dip it into some green, then dab a few strokes on the wall ( Read more... )

After a few wrong turns where I almost get run over by a bullock cart in Qatar, I finally manage to turn up at the UN Middle East peace conference which Ed is watching over, sitting in invisible mode behind Kofi Annan. He smiles and gestures for me to sit and watch too, and I sit beside the Kuwait representative ( Read more... )

Hospital corridors always smell so strongly of disinfectant, washed sheets, pills...and somewhere underneath all that, the lingering smell of death. It is true that most of the patients that are admitted will get better and emerge healed and repaired...and yet there are those who do not make it. We've been instructed time and again to leave them ( Read more... )