They are deliberating, the sisters. Deciding whether she should be given a place among them. When she had told them about her meeting with Gabriel, the Mother Superior had been obviously shaken and exchanged glances with another of the elder nuns. Their deliberations have, so far, taken two full days. The night in between, Madeleine has spent in the poor house for which the church is responsible. She shan't ever return to her aunt's house to live. The existence she led there is over.

Having sought shelter in the church, she sits near the altar, on the first row of pews, reading Dionysius' The Celestial Hierachy, a book her aunt decided to gift her among others, when she heard what plans Madeleine had made. Bless you, child, she had muttered, kissing her hair, you are stronger than I were.

He is nothing but a passing shadow at the edge of her vision, until he speaks. Madeleine marks the spot she has reached with her finger and looks up. "People can be very blind. Angels are all around us whether we believe or not."