"Don't worry about how you will get the people to safety. Just find them; the rest will take care of itself," the Pope assured Ivan.
"Face me," Saint Angouleme's calm voice instructed.
Ivan, who had been standing beside the angel, turned to face him.
"You are ready," the saint said.
Ivan felt a sudden, strong vertigo. In his view, the world suddenly imploded. He woke up in darkness on a grassy plain. Sitting up, he stared at the starry sky. A cool wind blew continuously across the plain, causing the grass to lean forward and softly caress his back and arms. Ivan wondered where he was, but no answers came.
The dark world of the grassy plain suddenly shattered like a glass painting. Ivan found himself back in the dining room, gazing into the eyes of Saint Angouleme. He instinctively took a step back in wariness. His mind understood the source of what had transpired, but it was still shocking to witness. He wondered just how powerful an angel was.
