I smile at the taller boy's blush, and then phase through the door.

He's shocked slightly,but reminds himself of your situation,and opens the door enough to slip in. He sticks to the side of a small corridor that leads down to the right a kitchen and forward a living room and the left to a hallway. The hallway had three rooms on the left wall,a bedroom work room and a restroom. The door on the right wall was his bedroom,the door half black and half white and then in the center a swirl of gold colored paint as if he'd tried to make it a little more personalized. His mom was pacing in the kitchen,placing up crosses to flip his dad off. She was so focused she didn't see him yet.

I stared at the crazy woman in the kitchen.

He quietly whispered in your ear. "That's my mom,she's the angel.It's her month to come and check in on me,but she doesn't often do so. I'm heading to my room,you can do as you please." He then slunk into the shadows that the halls provided and let black wash over his white wing and hair,letting his choker light go out and it allowed him to slink silently toward his room. His mom was about 6 ft tall and was slender,she had beautiful pail skin that went with the golden blond of her hair,at the lower half if naturally faded to white. She had a sweetly shining halo and a gorgeous white top on with teal leggings that somehow looks right on her. They fitted her nicely and brought out the gorgeous sky blue of her eyes.

I walked up to the woman and inspected her. She gasped. I sence an unatural spirit. Show yourself! she said. I wish I could I responded easily.

(Can you take over the mother while sean is hiding in his room? I want to make some tea >->)

Okie dokie.)

Lana,the female angels name,looked around,feeling shivers run down her spine. "Hello~?" Her tone took a sweet dip even tho her beautiful eyes looked around and seemed slightly cold despite her gentle smile. "Hm...is someone there?" 'I feel something...but....what? It's not Pat or Sean...' Confusion and worry tinted with a slight glimmer wafted over her.

Nope. My name's Luka. I'm a lost spirit. I don't suppose you you know what that is? I say.

She looked around frantically,her long hair down past her waist swaying gracefully. "Sean?!" Her back pressed to the kitchen counter as she looked around.

I sigh. No reason to be scared, lady. I just want to talk to you. You do know what a Lost Soul is, right?

She shook her head,but still tried an assumption. "A soul not yet come to God?" Being an angel,that type of response would be expected.