Hearing a woman’s voice on Andrew’s phone before the connection went dead, Hannah grew alarmed and fearful.  Whoever this woman was and what she was doing with Andrew was not something he encouraged.  Understanding desperate times called for desperate measures, she hurried down to the lobby and out on to the sidewalk.  Finding a shady spot, a little off to the side of the building, she opened her mind and called to Ethan.  Standing and waiting until the chilly temperatures began to nibble at her fingers, she dejectedly made her way back into the hotel only to find him sitting comfortably near the lobby’s crackling fire.<br/><br/>His eyes twinkled playfully as he poured a hot cup of tea, making it to her liking.  “I heard your call but didn’t want to make the big ‘angel’ appearance.”  Fingers mimicking air apostrophes, “Grand entrances should be used on rare occasions.”  Motioning to a matching chair beside him, he asked what she needed.  As Hannah explained the situation, Ethan’s face grew grave, eyes reflecting a deep sadness.  “I know of Maria Aerith but we’ve never met.  Even among our kind, factions exist.”  He went on to explain there was a distinct separation between those who followed their initial calling, helping humans and those who believed they were better, entitled to whatever they could take.  Smiling humorously, “You can guess which faction she belongs to.”  Putting his tea aside, he urged Hannah to consider what Maria being in Andrew’s apartment implied.  “She's claimed him for her own and will come after you. Now’s the time to prepare.”  Sitting together near the fire, heads close in conversation, they missed the evening visitors upstairs.