He walked back to the bedroom and with an irresistible urge, he fixed his gaze at the wall as though, the Angel of death was still there. After a few seconds, he asked himself.

“Can Angels be killed?”

At this point, the urge to be in Toronto and find out more about her from the Surgical Center or Leon stepped in.

“No, I did not scare her to death. Angels cannot be killed.”

He assured himself. Then, to satisfy the urge of to be home, he looked at the time, it was 4:10 Pm and 10:10 Pm in Toronto. To avoid disturbing his grandparents, who must have gone to sleep,...