Uravity hovered over the city, the chilly evening breeze playing with her hair as she surveyed the urban sprawl below. The sky was a canvas of deepening blues, with the occasional cloud painted a fiery orange by the setting sun. The city lights began to twinkle to life, one by one. Her heart raced with excitement and a hint of nervousness. She was on patrol.

The citizens below went about their business, unaware of the guardian angel watching over them. She saw a mother pushing a stroller, a young boy chasing a soccer ball, and a couple sharing a quiet kiss under the glow of a streetlamp.