His boots thundered across the rooftops, sending puddles spraying back upwards into the down pour. Across the city, he could see it happening; Ev was a bright pin prick in the sky, a brilliant new star set againast the oppressive grey clouds.

Roland came to a stop at the edge of the roof. From this distance, she appeared to be flying in slow motion, trailing sluggish lightning in comet-tail streak. Roland slipped the book from its harness and opened it to the centre. He held it in front of himself, comparing the image to the unfolding tableau. A grin crept across his face.

"It's happening! This is it!"

Roland turned, sensing the familiar presence behind him. Arch Angel was walking slowly towards him, those metal wings already detached from his back and in hand, sharp as moonlight.