Samuel enjoyed their time together far too much, and was almost sad to see Ryan go. But they would meet again. He had a friend in the other, and far more in common than one would think. Their circumstances were just a bit different. Yet they were both barred from Heaven. Sam just didn't know if Ryan ever could get in there, whereas he was hopeful if he purged and prayed enough, Sam would. He didn't know that the feathers were starting to turn white already, though he was glad he could hide them from human eyes.<br/><br/>Each night Sam took a bath in holy water, and each night it was getting a little better, a little easier, and a little less painful. He slept a lot, when he wasn't praying or learning about this modern earth. He'd been sitting in the church, reading a Braille copy of the Bible, when Milo came over to him. His head lifted, smiling radiantly at Milo. He knew the other angel couldn't smile, but that was alright. He could feel his emotions at times, if Milo wasn't hiding them. Besides that, Sam just felt so close to him. Closer than he was to Ryan, let alone Jared. "I would love that. Could I sit with you?" Samuel felt well enough to do so.<br/><br/>Each thing would get him headed in the right direction. Eventually, and hopefully soon, Samuel would be able to start healing others again. He never messed with God's plan, but he'd always been able to help perform the miracles that were sometimes spoken about. And it had been so long. So very long. That and...His eyes widened. "Will there be singing?"