Michael Page #2

We should start over.

When something's going wrong,

it's best to start over. I'll go first.

- Where did you get Sparky?

- Oh, no.

He came up to Huey in a parking lot.

Huey was eating a doughnut,

and was trying to kick him away...

You were trying to kick the dog?

I wasn't trying to kick him. I was

trying to shoo him away very gently.

...when...

...Malt comes out,

sees the dog and stops dead.

Seems Malt was once a child

who'd had a dog just like...

...Sparky.

That's so sweet.

Anyway...

...Malt's eyes get all teary...

...and he pours out this story,

about his dog Sparky...

...which ended up

underneath a tractor tire.

You know what Huey did?

Huey turns to Malt and says,

"Mr. Malt, that's amazing!

"This dog's named Sparky too. "

In no time at all, the dog is famous.

Has his own column,

saved Huey's neck 100 times.

Milk Bottle Motel. Here.

Milk Bottle Motel.

Looks like your angel checked out.

Somebody's here.

Mrs. Milbank?

I'm Frank Quinlan

from the National Mirror.

About your letter?

This is my associate,

Mr. Hugh Driscoll.

How are you?

And this is Dorothy Winters,

who is an expert in...

...various things.

And this is...

...Sparky.

You're just as handsome

as in the pictures.

I think he's cold.

- I wouldn't know why not.

- We better get him inside.

Sparky, here you are.

What's that wonderful smell?

You must be baking.

Well, it was nice of you to come.

Don't...

...shake me, Mr. Quinlan.

I'm contemplating my death.

Are you with the angel?

Do you see an angel?

I don't think I do.

Then how could I be with him?

Well, we don't know exactly

how it works with angels.

How it works?

If he's in the room

then you're with him.

If he's somewhere else...

...then you're not.

And that's why we can't see him now?

He's not here.

Are you impaired in some way...

...that I haven't noticed, Miss?

Ms. Winters...

...has probably never heard of

an angel living in a motel.

You think I'm full of sh*t.

No, no. Nothing like that.

I don't judge these things.

I don't decide what's real or not.

- I've seen too many things myself.

- We heard of a werewolf in S. Jersey.

- We went there.

- To locate the werewolf.

In that particular case...

...that person was convinced that

the werewolf was in the room with us.

They could see it,

although Mr. Quinlan and myself...

We couldn't, but that

doesn't mean it wasn't there.

Michael?

Are you coming down, dear?

Yeah.

Be right down.

Just got to find my smokes.

They're beside the bed,

next to my cortisone.

Did you find them?

He'll be down directly.

That smell is so familiar.

It's like something from childhood.

Oh, God.

Michael, look who's come to visit us!

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