Is it daylight?
Fisher wondered.
Perhaps it was the warmth of the sunlight that made Fisher open his eyes again.
In the hazy light, he faintly saw a figure in a white robe squatting in front of him, smiling at him.
The figure had short curly blonde hair, not appearing messy as it hung in front of her blue-golden speckled eyes. She squatted barefoot, floating about a millimeter above the ground, tilting her head as she looked at the bedraggled Fisher.
"Helair..."
In a murmur, Fisher spoke, as if trying to confirm whether the vision before him was an illusion.
Until the next moment, the beautiful and sacred Angel, bathed in morning light, heard his words, and like an angelic envoy from the heavens coming to rescue the troubled believers of the mortal world, she reached out and slowly drew his head into her embrace.
