More people came to the field, making breakfast an unexpected communal activity. Philip was being hounded by those who missed the flame fart. People wanted him to do it again and he was very reluctant. Father Nicodemus was back, and he was flying kids from one point to another.
It was a long line, Castiel and Earl were among those waiting for their turn and little Cass looked very impatient. Every other second, he looked back at Sunshine like he was waiting for her to order the priest to neglect everyone and fly him...only him.
"We are going to need another one of him." Alfred told Sunshine.
She laughed. "Another fallen angel."
Alfred's laughter boomed loudly. "I cannot believe that somehow we have all settled on calling him that."
