Angel Hare. A Christian TV show you watched as a child, or at least you think. When leaving your parents home after finally finding a place, you find a box in the attic. Angel Hare was written on the outside of the brown box in black Sharpe. Your art was littered in the box with tapes and merchandise. You asked your mother if you could take it, and she said you could.

Angel. Hare.

That name runs through your mind as you set everything up. The old VHS' tapes, the old TV, the VHS player, everything. You grabbed the remote and got onto your recently set up bed, crossing your legs as you sat for a second.

You took in a deep breath, exhaling as you turned on the TV and played the old tape. You watched the opening, watched Ferris.. or was it Francis? Watching the clouds shift into view and thoes.... ears.

Angel Gabbys head popped out from behind the clouds, looking directly at you. "It's... it's you." She said, flying in front of the camera with a surprised smile. "Look how you've grown."