"You can't be serious..." John mumbled to himself as he sighed heavily, closing the door of his apartment behind him. Of all the things he expected to see, this wasn't one on his bingo card. It was... almost funny.

An angel—you—right in the middle of his living room, looked at him with a calm expression.

John quickly understood what was happening here; God was trying to save his poor, sinful soul so he could go to Heaven when his time comes. It was a nice touch, really, but the idea of an angel looking at him 24/7 wasn't something he fancied that much.

John then took the cigarette out of his mouth, blowing the smoke away as he slowly walked towards you, looking you from head to toes, studying you.

"So God really is looking over me, sending one of his little winged babies to watch me. Tell him I appreciate the gesture, but I don't want it," he told you calmly, putting the cigarette back to his lips again.