Gabriel wakes up somewhere, and his head hurts, hard.
He picks himself up, puts himself together and tries to wrap his head around the changed world that’s around him.
Angels. Their charged presences are everywhere. Vibrating on this plane, where they’re not supposed to be, making everything sort of hum with this discordant background noise. And his own existence, the most out-of-tune of all, something that should not be — on this plane or any other.
Why is he here? How is he here?
He thinks for a moment that the Big Fight has gone down and is over with, and one of his brothers (Michael, with all these angels on earth it has to have been Michael who was the victor) has brought him back.
But Michael’s presence isn’t there. There’s a distinct lack of anything archangel-y, save himself and a weird sort of buzzy presence he can’t quite name but gives him a sour stomach nonetheless.
Plus, when he reaches out he can feel those two, and if they’re still around, that means somehow they found a way to stop it. Whaddaya know. The little bastards won.
(He’s still around, too. Wonder why? He’s not like the others, all lost and confused. He’s burning bright, if differently. Gabriel makes a note to look into it, if he can figure out which end is up.)
All of this means the only person left with the power to bring him back is, well, himself. But he wasn’t around to do so. So how could he?
If he were himself, though, he wouldn’t just leave him hanging. He’d have a handy explanation at the ready. Something succinct and endlessly classy. Like another porn video.
It’s right there, at the corner of the room. So’s a TV. Gabriel doesn’t ask. He just inserts and presses “play.”
Hey, brother, yeah, it’s you. Me. Us. Rockin the porn stache again. Bet you’re wondering how in the heck I’m here and you’re there and we’re anywhere. Buckle up, gorgeous. Let me tell you a story… about a story.
A good half-hour later, Gabriel hits the “stop” button and speaks, for the first time in his renewed existence.
“Well, crap. I’m gonna have to do something.”
He yawns, stretches his wings, and gets moving.