“Don’t touch that phone please,” Sander said. “I guess this is the only way I’m going to convince you.” Then Amanda saw the most amazing thing she had witnessed in her short life. The room lit up in a bright auburn glow as what appeared to be wings came out of Sander’s back. They were shaped like the wings of an eagle, but appeared to be on fire. Burning like red flames that caused her to squint as she tried to comprehend what she was seeing. It was beautiful, and terrifying at the same time.  “Don’t worry, Amanda; my wings can’t burn you. They are basically just light, and quite useless now, anyway. I can’t fly anymore. The only thing my wings do for me presently is remind me of a time I’d rather forget,” Sander said mournfully. “Do you believe me now? I tell you the truth when I say I am an angel. My name is Sandriel, one of the fallen angels expelled from Heaven, and you are the daughter of one.”  And then the wings disappeared from Sander’s back as if they had never been there.  Amanda sat there, mouth partially open, in dead silence for what seemed like an eternity, pondering, and questioning everything she thought she knew about life. About the world. She had so many questions she literally didn’t know where to begin.