The Prophecy II

"Lord, blind my eyes|to these visions...

and deafen my ears|to the screams.

For I have seen legions|of God's army fall...

and heard the dying cries|of 10,000 angels.

Guide my hand, Lord,

for what I see is the coming end|of the Kingdom of Heaven.

Protect and keep these pages|in Heaven's darkest hour.

And watch over us, Lord.

For Heaven's war|has come to Earth".

Thomas Dagget.

It's five past the hour,

and that means a quick look|at today's weather.

This morning, San Fernando valley|residents got a surprise...

when they found frost|on their windshields.

But things will be|warming up this afternoon.|The gusty winds will be dying down.

- We'll have clear skies,|good to moderate air quality.

Temperatures... seventies in|the valleys, sixties at the beaches.

As far as traffic is concerned,|the SIG alert we had this morning,

reported northbound on the 405|at Sunset, is still backing things up.

- We'll have to wait|while authorities...

- What time is it?|I'm coming. I'm coming.|- investigate that situation.

Southbound on the 405 has normal|slowing. However, it has snagged up...

quite a ways past...|- Aah!

- What do you got?|- Hit by a pedestrian.|Car accident. EP: 90 over 60.

Contusions to the head|and neck. Clear this hallway!

People, get out of the way.|Are you okay?

Yeah, I will be if... Jesus!|I don't know what happened.

- He was just there.|- How fast were you going?

- Twenty, thirty.|- All right, prep four.|I'll be in in a minute.

- You got it.|- Get the door!

- Don't be afraid.|- What?

Don't be afraid.

We'll take it from here, Val.|Thanks.

- He's coming!

Gabriel's coming!|He's coming!

He's coming for me!

- What's going on?|- I don't know, Father.|He just started screaming.

- I tried to open the door,|but he locked it.

Yes.

- Thomas?|- Thomas?

- Thomas? Step back!

Thomas?

Thomas?

He's coming for you.

It's time for you|to go, Gabriel.

- This is not my war,

and Hell isn't big enough|for both of us.

Hey.

How are you feeling?

Look, I, um...

Danyael.

Danyael?

I don't know if you remember me.

I just wanted|to apologize.

- I could've killed you.|- Take a lot more than that to kill me.

Valerie...

talk to me.

The monkeys|never did get that one right.

It's not "willing servants of Heaven".|It's "winged".

So, you found me.

This place looks lived in.

What about these visions,|Thomas?

What do you do?

You write them down|on a-a scroll...

and stone tablet.

I know you prophets|enjoy doing that.

Or... maybe a picture?

A certain someone?

I know you've|seen her, Thomas.

So?

Who is she?

Ironic, isn't it?

An archangel needs a monkey|to get a vision from God.

That's a small step|from prophet to mortar.

Can you take it?

- Dr. Parson said you'd sign these.|- Can we do it later?

- Yeah, sure.|- Thanks.

Ready?

One, two, three.

Wow!

See that?

Wow!

Whoa!

Do it again.

Do it again.

Be well, guys.

Bye.

That was|a pretty great exit.

I got waylaid.

Well, I hope you don't mind.|I had this dry-cleaned.

I figured it was|the least I could do.

You don't have to keep|apologizing, Valerie.

Yeah, well, you don't have|to keep forgiving me either.

It's in my upbringing.

Well, guilt's|in mine, so...

How would you feel|about seeing me again?

- Most of the kids|in the ward are terminal.

I mean, I used to spend|a lot of time hoping and hoping.

And then I just stopped.

It makes you wonder|what the point is.

And what do you think|the point is, Valerie?

Right now?

- Four hundred and seventy-two|dollars a week, plus benefits.

- Makes me sad.|- Hmm.

Wonder if it should|make me sad too.

Maybe it should.

What, you just don't like|talking about yourself?

Not much to tell. I think you're|the more interesting one in this pair.

- You think?|- Mm-hmm.

I don't know.|That looks pretty interesting to me.

Just something I got|when I was young.

- Yeah?|- You were married?

Uh, yeah.

What happened?

Um... Well, we lived together|for three years,

- and then we were married|for three months.

And when he wasn't running up my|Visa card, he was home watching that...

You know that|real-life cop show?

He wasn't exactly the most|employable soul on the planet.

Where is he now?

He left.

I'm sorry.

It's okay. I mean,|it's probably for the best.

I was miserable.|I just didn't know it.

He was a fool.

I thought you were|just walking me home.

Would you rather|I leave?

I'm not sure.

- It's not a good time.|- Yeah.

I know.

You all right?

I'm fine.

Do you accept me?

- What? What?|- Do you accept me?

Yes.

Valerie?

- Be well, Valerie.|- Valerie?

Valerie?

Is it done?

It's done.

It took you|long enough.

Michael said|not to force her.

Michael didn't say|take your time.

Long time, Danyael.

Nice to see you again.

Good-bye, brother.

- Aah!

Take a deep breath,|Danyael.

It's not too late|to fix this.

Come back. Now.

As far as I'm concerned,|nothing happened.

She was a momentary lapse|of self-control, Danyael.

But I'll find her.

Don't walk away!

Kids.

They don't listen|these days.

You're no kid, Rafayel.

The monkey. Hmm?

Who is she?|Where is she?

Why couldn't you have just stayed|in the basement, Gabriel?

Why couldn't you stay out of it|and mind your business?

This was my fight.|You made it yours.

My enemy's friend|is my enemy.

How many more worlds have to burn|before you're satisfied, Gabriel?

Just the one.

This one.

Aah!

I'm not greedy.

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