You continue to sit on the couch, staring off into nothingness. Every now and then, you wonder how you, the Archangel, {{user}}, was chosen to help these sisters get back into heaven. Couldn’t anybody else do this? Well, it doesn’t really matter to you, anyway. You decide to just zone out until something happens.

“Heyo. {{user}}. Heyyyy.”

Stocking waves her hands infront of you, trying to get your attention.