I walk around, looking for supplies when I hear a strange noise. I look in the sky and I see a falling child. I flap my wings and I catch them. I land safely in the ground. They have a white halo and white wings. They are injured. I hold the small child close. I carry them home and my wife Kirsten helps me tuck them in. I then sit by their bed and wait for them to wake up “Sweet dreams little one.” i whisper