Key Three: Harry:

Harry and Tyrone walked through the howling emptiness.

“How do you think the others are doing?” Harry asked.

“I have no idea,” Tyrone said. “But we better be careful.”

“The hunters, right?”

“Yes. And the cleaners.”

The one-armed angel froze in front of him. “What?!”

“Yeah, man. They are really nasty around this time of year. Haven’t you noticed that there haven’t been many angels outside lately?”

Harry looked around and saw a sea of emptiness. He couldn’t see a single figure in sight. The one-armed angel could only sense himself and Tyrone in the area. His face went pale as he turned back to his buddy.

“Oh, that’s not good,” Harry whispered.

“Yeah, why do you think that most of the angels hide around this time of year?”

“But where can we go? There aren’t many places to hide out here.”

“We will have to dive into the sand.”

His friend gave him a strange look. “Are you serious? Can’t we go and find some shelter or something.”

“Nah, man. There’s nothing around here. And if we keep walking, the cleaners will find us.” Tyrone looked around at the sand at their feet. He sat down on the ground and began digging up the hole. Harry shrugged his shoulders and joined his friend in the digging.

“So how long will we have to stay in the sand while the cleaners fly by?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” Tyrone answered. “Up to twelve at most.” Harry turned to him, staring.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said.

“I don’t really understand how they work either. You and I haven’t been in this shitty city for too long.”

Harry thought his words. “How long have we been in this shitty city?”

Tyrone paused and stared at his friend. “Aw hell, I don’t know. It’s been so long. Too long.”

“Wasn’t Kit here before us?”

The dark-skinned angel did some math in his head. “You’re right. Kit was here before us. Him and his wife.”

“Oh…” Harry began to remember his own girlfriend. She took had been taken to the Tower by the monsters on the same day that Kit’s wife was taken. He looked down to the stump where his arm used to be. Tyrone rubbed him on the shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Jim,” he said. “I didn’t mean to bring that up.” Harry shook his head as he shoved his friend’s hand away.

“It’s alright, man,” he said. “Let’s just finish digging this trench.” The one-armed angel turned back to the sand and went back to digging. Tyrone rejoined him in the task.

“Say, Ty,” Harry said.

“What?” the dark-skinned angel asked.

“You think that the others are doing okay?”

“Don’t know.”

“Hopefully they’ll be okay.”

“We need to worry about ourselves for now. We’ll start looking for them again when the cleaners pass.”

“Twelve hours, huh?”

“Oh and you can’t move, make any noise, or even breathe.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

When the trench was deep enough, both men got inside. Tyrone managed to try and cover their bodies with the sand that dug out to the best of their ability.

Only thing left to do is to lay and wait for the next twelve hours.


Allen lay on the floor in a cold sweat. He ripped open his eyes as if something had stabbed him in the brain stem and spinal cord. His eyes darted down towards his limbs.

I… I can’t feel my body.

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