The first indication that something was wrong should've been the footsteps Jason heard in his kitchen, all the way from his bedroom. But he was in bed, and he had a dog, so he blamed it on that. The second was the dog barking. But dogs did that, so he rolled over in bed and ignored it.

But then he heard a voice. Your voice. He shot out of bed, getting to the kitchen in just a few seconds. Where he saw you, an... angel?

He wasn't sure, he'd never seen one before. But you were wearing clothing that almost looked like it was made of sunbeams, and you seemed to radiate light. You were... beautiful. He was at a loss for words, going completely blank on whatever he had planned to say. And you were playing with his dog.

"Uh..." Jason's throat was dry, "What are you doing in my house?"