Uriel looked around, before slowly stepping inside.

"Eh?" he muttered.

"Me?" he asked as he got closer.

"Yeah... yeah, sure." he said.

'Been a while since a mortal offered ME hospitality.' he thought.

"Thanks..." he muttered further, before sighing.

"Nice place." he told her.

"I do." Uriel replied.

"Well, when I'm down here, I do, anyway." he clarified.

He then silently made his way to the den, and walked over towards a window, looking outside, up towards the sky.

"........" he was silent for a moment, biting his lip a little.

'...really hope they don't sense me in here.' he thought to himself.

"Ah, yeah, I'm fine." the archangel replied.

"Yeah... just... hm." he mumbled.

"Like I said, I can't stand my 'brothers'." he told her.

"They... they have some very set views, and are strict in holding true to them. One of them being a dislike of humans." he informed her further.

"Granted, they're normally too caught up in their own business to pay much attention, but Gabe tends to be one to antagonise me." he continued.

"...if he decides to follow me here, it won't be pleasant."

"....I suppose." Uriel amitted, turning towards her.

"You willing to do that?" he asked.

"Getting into the bad books of the archangels generally isn't a good thing." he warned.

"...but if you want to, let's do it quick." he said.

"Seriously, the clock might be down to seconds right now, and we don't even know it."

Uriel was silent, setting the tray down on a nearby table.

"....hm." he muttered.

"This is... new." he said.

He then looked out to the sky again, and sighed quietly.

'Suppose it couldn't hurt.' he thought.

'Could REALLY use a break from them.' he reasoned, shaking his head slightly.

'...even though I really can't stay for long.'

Uriel looked at the pouch, before simply pointing at it. As soon as he did, it started to glow brightly from within for a few seconds, before dying down.

"Done." he said.

"I've put enough in there for 5 hours." he told her.

"Should be enough for the time I have, plus extra protection when I leave for a safe amount of time." he said further.

"If you're going to set them up, don't let me stop you now." he then finished.

'...just a few hours. Please.' he thought to himself.

Uriel sighed as Aimee spoke, before sitting down.

"Yeah." he replied.

"There is." he said, before they heard footsteps above them.

They were slow... sluggish... and they almost sounded like the one that was making them was almost dragging their feet.

"Hm?" he muttered.

"Sounds like a walking dead up there." he commented.

"Scratch that, shuffling dead." he corrected himself, as the steps started to go down the stairs.

"Huh?" her brother muttered, looking over towards her.

"Oh... uh, yeah." he said.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I think." he said further.

"I mean, I'm tired, but I think I managed to get downstairs and get a bottle of water, before getting back up here." he told her, before looking around.

"...maybe..." he mumbled.

"Wait, where's the water I got?" he asked the air.

"Ohhh, did I just dream that? I swear I went down the stairs here." he said further.

Steff sat down on the bed, and looked at her.

"...all right." he said with a large yawn.

"Man, I still feel exhausted." he said.

"Wonder how long I've been asleep." he said further, looking at the clock by his bed.

"....that doesn't help me." he admitted as he shook his head.

"By the way, we got a visitor?" he then asked his sister. "I feel a really strong mana presence in the place, and it doesn't feel like Vincent's." he added.

Steff accepted the glass and took a sip of the water.

"Ohhh man, so cold, so good." he said as he exhaled.

"Refreshing!" he exclaimed.

"Thank you." he said to her.

"So who is it?" he asked. "Who's here?" he asked her.

"They're super powerful."