"As a matter of fact, it did," Gabriel answered with a smile, remembering the chill of walking down those corridors, all alone, and how comforting just having the rosaries had been. Then the smile faded somewhat. "And yes, I did. It wasn't exactly the kind of evening I would've wanted to spend with family, but with luck, he'll be feeling much better this morning. He was--ill."

The Archangel couldn't help but falter, and he glanced across the room to the nurses again. Turning into monsters. A prickle ran down his spine and Gabe shuddered, then turned back to his breakfast, biting his lip as he looked down at it. Truthfully, he didn't feel very hungry at all. Still, it would be better for him to eat, so he picked up his cutlery.

"What were you doing that made the night before last so frustrating?" he asked. "It sounds as though last night was more successful, at least."