"Good idea... Why didn't I think of that?" Alexander asked. closing his eyes, he began praying.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FFFF">~Hey God, hope you don't mind, but I need to know. What's happening to me?~</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">~One of the saints did something to you without my permission.~</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FFFF">~And you let them?~</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">~Well... Mysterious ways and stuff... you get the drift.~</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FFFF">~WHAT THE F**K do you mean?~</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">~Don't cuss me out Guardian Nephilim~</span><br/><br/>Alexander's eyes shot open. "That explains everything... AUGH!" he threw his teacup across the room. when it broke, he waved his arm and it fixed itself. "Well at least that still works. Luna... I believe I know what happened the morning you were able to see me. Saint Peter pulled a prank that even God thought was funny. I'm now what you would call a Guardian Nephilim. Only you can see, hear and touch me... and unfortunately... I think I've developed a crush on you."<br/><br/>He waited for her to slap him for what he had just said.