Page 93 of The Mysterious Case of the Alperton Angels
Holly’s eyes snap open. Back to reality. We’ve jumped forward in time. The service is over. People file out. PAM (60s, sharp, responsible) looms over Holly, her smile friendly, but curious.
PAM
I’m Pam. Haven’t seen you here before. New to the area?
Holly nods.
PAM
Your mum and dad not here?
Holly studies Pam’s bright, open expression.
HOLLY
I don’t have a mum or dad.
PAM
I’m sorry. Who looks after you?
HOLLY
The heavenly forces. I’m an angel. My soul is divine.
Even Pam can’t pretend she’s not taken aback.
PAM
Well … where do you sleep?
HOLLY
With an archangel. We live in the flats above the shops. There’s a group of us. Angels.
Pam nods, thoughtful. She looks Holly up and down, evaluates her state of dress, cleanliness, health.
PAM
We’d love to see you all here. Will you bring the others?
Holly locks eyes with a smiling Pam.
EXT. HIGH STREET – DAY
Holly wanders away from the church, switches her phone on. MISSED CALLS and MESSAGES. It RINGS. She answers.
GABRIEL (O.S.)
(hysterical whisper)
Where are you? We’ve had to leave it alone to look for you!
HOLLY
I only went to church.
EXT. STREET – DAY
