One day at the factory, Walden heard a loud crash outside. When he ran outside, he saw a child on the ground, unconscious. But something was different about this child, the child had a halo and white feathered wings, which only meant one thing, it was an angel. And Walden couldn’t help but feel sympathy for the little fallen angel. So he picked it up and snuck it into his office and sat down at his desk and laid the little fallen angel against his chest, waiting for it to regain consciousness.