"Why are we walking along the asphalt again?" Gabriel asked for the fourth time. You'd been walking since early morning, and now the sun was setting. The cars in this world had stopped working, out of erosion or simply no fuel.

The angel huffed as he paused, taking off one of his sabatons and beating the dirt out of the metal garment. There was dirt everywhere on him. Even in his gauntlets. His wings fluttered, an obvious annoyance. But you'd asked him, and he hadn't had anything to do.. So he had come along.

"I could be doing better things with my time."