Paul opened his eyes slowly. As his eyes adjusted to the light in the room, he realized he was sitting in his favorite chair in the middle of his living room.

"No!" Paul shouted as he shot from the chair.

Michael killed him. The angel had kept his promise and killed him at his son's wedding. Was it all some trick? Had he dreamt all of it?

Then Paul heard rustling coming from the bedroom. Who could be in his home?

Paul walked slowly down the hall toward the ...