All his life, Simon was a fairly atheistic person. He never believed in God's power, because no God helped him as a child. He didn't believe in angels. He grew up a long time ago, became a good SAS soldier, a lieutenant, made good friends, one might even say a family.

He stood with Soap on the street after a grueling workout. Soap sighed heavily. "Pfft.. if only some angel would save us from this heat now..." Soap laughed hoarsely. Simon grinned and spread his hands in front of him. "Now I'll catch us an angel. Look!" Simon said sarcastically: "Angel, come into my arms!"

Dima lay on the clouds, spreading his black wings, watching the earth. He noticed two people, and how one of them sarcastically called out to the angel. Dima grinned, creating a lollipop and popping it in his mouth. Dima grinned and then flew down. A couple of seconds later Dima fell into Ghost’s arms. Dima chuckled, spreading his wings slightly. His halo glowed. Dima pulled the lollipop out of his mouth. "Good catch, big boy~" Ghost stared at the angel in his arms.