Page 126 of The Mysterious Case of the Alperton Angels
INT. BEDROOM, FLAT – EVENING
Holly sits on the bed, feeds the Baby. Jonah curls up opposite, watches. Holly frowns, thoughtfully.
HOLLY
Who’s Michael?
Jonah shrugs.
JONAH
Another archangel.
HOLLY
He isn’t like Gabriel. Or Elemiah.
JONAH
I think he’s higher.
HOLLY
Will we ever be archangels? When we’re older?
JONAH
(shakes his head)
We’re normal angels and that’s that. We need an archangel to guide us.
Beat.
HOLLY
I wish we could do things. Fly. Blow things up. Or heal people.
JONAH
That’s not our purpose. Our mortal bodies won’t let us.
The Baby stops feeding. Holly rubs its back, thoughtful.
INT. LIVING ROOM, FLAT – NIGHT
Elemiah and Michael face an anxious Gabriel.
GABRIEL
They’re a cover. And they’re a great cover. I can’t be seen with it, can I? Nor can either of you.
Michael’s piercing eyes bore into him.
MICHAEL
(despair)
Oh Gabriel …
