Michael sighs as he bangs his head to the desk in front of him. He can hear the sound of life all around him. His flock busy with cherubs and training and just living. Michael had worried about God’s silence. He’d been trying to talk to his siblings but now…now he can’t help but feel like he’s the only one who cares or is worried. Michael is the protector after all; it’s his job. Protect and be justified. But it’s been too long.