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Ambriel is outside, examining an uprooted tree. It seems there was a very large disturbance here.

But no metaphysical damage to the structure of Milliways. Nothing to worry about, then. Just something to keep an eye out for.

The angel perches at the top of the upturned roots and looks out over the lake.

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"I hear about it after the fact. A god and a monster had a fight out here a couple of weeks ago. And from what I heard, it could have been worse." The funny thing is that after jogging out here a few times, Charlie is used to the damage and barely notices most of it.

"I hope no one was injured?"

Besides the tree.

"Security cleared the area, and I think that the only damage was to the grounds. Still, the way Sallie talked, things really could have gotten out of hand." He's well aware of what happens when such beings fight. He saw the footage from Superman's battle to the death with Doomsday, after all.

"Sallie? I am not familiar with her."

Ambriel will have to talk to X later. She always knows about security threats.

"Sallie Reynolds...one of the barmen here. If something happens, she knows about it." Magically, from what Charlie knows.

"I see. I have met Mike, but not Sallie."

Ambriel smiles. "Forgive me, I have not asked your name. Who are you?"

"People call me Charlie. I've been around for a few years now. And you?" He walks closer to the fallen tree.

"My name is Ambriel. I am pleased to meet you, Charlie."

Ambriel carefully does not comment on his dead-or-alive status. It can be a sensitive subject.

"How do you like Milliways?"

Good question.

"It's been good to me. It's let me make some good friends, and let me keep the one friend I thought I could never see again. But after so long, I really am hopeful about being able to leave once in a while.

"You?"

"I have enjoyed the company. And made a friend or two of my own. Are you bound? I understand that is the correct terminology."

"Yes. I died and came here. And then got restored to living but unable to go home." No reason not to tell even a stranger this.

"That must be frustrating indeed. Where is your home?"

Living through this much linear time is weird enough for Ambriel. That sounds beyond the pale.

"An Earth. More specifically, America at the start of the 21st century. Though I didn't really call any one place home for a while." That lighthouse was more a refuge than anything else.

"The Americas, yes." Ambriel knows them, but is rather unfamiliar with all they contain. In the 21st century, anyway.

"Did you wander by choice?"

"Pretty much. It seemed like a good way to live and to accomplish what I wanted to.

"Where are you from?" Time to ask some questions of his own, yes?

"I am stationed here, for the time being. I have no particular country or planet that I hail from, in my home universe."

"Stationed here? As in, on some sort of assignment?" It that even a possibility? Because that would be something new.

"Yes. I came here after Milliways was destroyed and reassembled, to learn about what happened. And hopefully to help prevent it happening again."

Not to fix it, mind you. Ambriel is more of an early alert system than someone who can knit the time/space continuum back together.

"Who sent you here?" Is there actually someone in charge of the Bar after all?

"My superiors. They sensed the ripple of energy at the end of the universe."

Oh. That isn't what he wants to know, is it?

"I am an angel. My name is Ambriel." There.

"Ah.

"So God Himself...Herself...Itself...needs to investigate this."

At last. At last, Charlie has a clue to the nature of God!

Maybe. He knows that it could never be that easy.

Ambriel smiles.

"I'm afraid I do not bring word from God," Ambriel says. "I am no messenger."

"No, I suppose I shouldn't expect that.

"Have you learned anything?" He hopes angels don't have to go back to Heaven and write blue ribbon reports or other homework.

"Very much. But little about the incident that brought me here, other than a few personal accounts."

The angel shrugs. "I have time."

Of course he...she...s/he?...does.

"Need one more eyewitness account?"