The place was cold and damp smelling. At a hotel, room 21b. "This is it, kid." Tombs said resting his hand on the door handle. He's giving me one last chance, JOnny thought confussed. Well I dont need your pity. "Time to open up shop." Jonny said smiling a little crookedly. Tombs pressed down and the door opened with a slow CREAKKKKKK....... Inside: Peeling wall paper, green carpet, run down sofas and an old t.v flashed the late edition news. "Hello?" After that things went a little fuzzy. Gun shots. A group of dark figures in hoodies and jeans leapt out from behind the sofa and suddenly it was world war three. Jonny barely remebered Tombs grabbinghim by the sleeve and pulling him out of the way. And then all of a sudden he was outside, running for his life. He stopped a few blocks away, in another of down towns famous dark alleys. He breathed in deep the scent of night and garbage. Barely awake he collapsed on the fire escape ladder behind him. Where were the others? And, did they get out on time? Jonny was eighteen. He had never left up town before. He had never known what was out there. But that was what he had wanted to discover. Right? "Hey? Hey you!"

What? A voice above him caled out. Jonny looked up to see a tall ...........a tall some one. With dark wavy hair. So maybe it was a girl. Her voice seemed pleasant enough. "Yeah you! What do you think your doing huh?" Her face was obscurred or maybe his vision was getting blurry. He felt his face and found his cheeks were wet. Oh. He thought absent and far away. I'm crying. Some one fell from the heavens to land in front of him and catch him when he fell. He looked into his saviors face and smiled. Dark skin, almond shaped eyes, the colour of cocoa. Wavy hair that framed an all most perfect face apart from a small dark birth mark on her right cheek. after that it all got very dark.

Jonny awoke to the smell of pancakes and maple syrup. He vaguely remebered last night but not clear enough to really worry over it. What he did remeber was the dark skinned angel who saved him from only god knows what. "Hmmmm. Heaven smells like pan  cakes." Looking around, he discovered he was lying in a pull out sofa bed. He was still in his jeans and black faded tee from last night, and he was in some one els's home. "Hello?" he called out and tried to sit up a the same time. His head swam a little but he straightened and  some one called back, "Oh! You're up!" The sound of pans and plates clashing. Jonny waited patiently and a tall girl rushed out to meet him. Jonny recognised her immediatly as the angel who saved him last night but he had to make sure. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a white singlet. "Who are you?"

She smiled so bright it hurt his eyes. "I'm exactly who you think I am. I'm your gaurdian angel."