I tripped and fell and cracked my head on the pavement in front of my building. Blood poured into my eye. I took the stairs two by two. The cold warmth of release called to me. Outside my door, I heard movement. Something moving. With crimson vision, I stepped in and saw her, my angel.

"You really need to finish what you started. You've got a lot of learning to do."She stood there in her silk with her rope and her grin.

"Phlox."I managed, "Who are you?-

"That's another thing, Barry,"she mouthed, "I hate your fucking name.-