Samantha was quiet startled at first. "Alright then ignoring the door." She said with a slight smile. "Its fine if I had a bunch of bad ass demons outside my door I would of panicked too." Agreeing before she smiled. "Aw thats cute your almost blushing." She said patting his shoulder lightly. She walked into the laundry room and pulled out the last of the fabrics and headed back upstairs. Her red hair seemed to fall into her face as she walked off. She wasn't the kind of person to hover.

Abel walked to the door, glared at the door, kicked it and screamed “SHUT UP!” He stood there for a few minutes, leaning against the door, his breathing uneven and heavy. “Come back in the morning. I deal with you then.” The knocking stopped and he heard voices retreating down the walkway and onto the sidewalk.

He walked upstairs, grabbed about half of the fabrics and put them back in their place. Abel walked back into the main room, rubbing his eyes and yawning. “Do you think you could handle the rest? I’m about to drop where I stand.”

Samantha looked around. "No problem. Get some rest I have a feeling you'll need it." She stated. "I'll just get my old attire from down stairs and then I'll keep the moving about to a minimum." She stated walking past with a slight smile before going down stairs to get her things. It took her but a moment before she was upstairs again putting her old, more angelic, clothing in a safe place. Then before long she was putting the fabrics back in place. Hanging curtains, recovering cushions, and so on.

Abel went to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, and when he woke in the morning he had the worst headache. He got out of bed and, feeling the pull of the gold feathers, groaned. This is going to be torture trying to get the ones on the back. I doubt I’ll get help from Millie. I’m just not going to deal with it right now. Too much hassle for this kind of headache.

He got dressed, went to the kitchen and grabbed six eggs for scrambling and eight pieces of bread for toast. Once he was done cooking, he quietly went upstairs with the food to see if Sam was awake. He walked into the main room and sat on the couch with the plate.

Sam had spent most the evening getting comfortable. Though she ended up asleep on the floor instead of her bed. It appeared she had been up reading a book she found. None the less she was still asleep her head on her arm and the book on the floor open infront of her. Rolling over she hit her head on the bed post and grunted. "Ow..." Looking around she noted the change in how bright the room was. "Already?" She asked softly. Holding her head she sat up stretched a little and slowly reminded herself of her surroundings.

Standing up a bit to quickly Samantha walked out of her room but got a head rush from the sudden shift in position. "Whoa..ow..." She braced herself and held her head for a bit longer before walking out to the main room. "Morning." She stated moving her hand in a sort of half wave. She rubbed her head again where she hit it.

“Good morning. Eggs? Toast? Pain killers? I don’t have any pain killers but my neighbor does.” Abel had seen her asleep on the floor and wondered why she had slept on the floor when he’d put the sheets back on.”You know you can sleep on those sheets, right?”

He attempted a shrug but his shoulders felt heavy and he couldn’t lift them well. “I’ll make some coffee.” He stood and walked to the counter, growling loudly in aggravation as his wings drug on the ground, too heavy for him to lift them. He laughed a short angry laugh “Guess I miscalculated how many feathers were going to change last night. I’ve never felt so heavy in my life. I apologize in advance if I seem cranky, but it hurts and I have too much of a headache to try to stretch around to reach my wings. I’m going to have to leave them until I figure out what my headache’s from.” He started the coffee machine, and went to the couch, his bare feet making a pat-pat noise as he walked across the floor.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I know I can sleep on the sheets." Samantha said with a smile. "I fell asleep reading." She stated as she took some breakfast. "Would you like help? I can get some of those feathers if you need." She offered fallowing him. Again making sure not to crowed him. In one had was a piece of toast covered in eggs and the other sort of sat cupped underneith to catch anything that fell while she ate. Lucky for her, her hair was too thin to tangle so it looked nice and neat even though she just got up.

Abel picked up a fork for his eggs and sighed. “Only if you want to. I’d eventually get to it, until then I’d be lugging around an extra fifty pounds. I’d have to have your help anyway. I can’t reach the ones on the backs. I usually end up running next door and pissing Millie off.” He pulled a gold one out of the bottom of his wing with a toe, the spot where it was immediately filling back in with a new white feather. It didn’t hurt when he did, on the contrary it removed a little of the weight.

He handed her a plate he’d brought with him along with another egg and piece of toast. “It’s there if you want more.” And ate his portion in about a minute.

"You know eating so quickly can't be good for you." Samantha said as she finished her food. "No thanks, I'm lucky I got this down. The difference in the two plains is a bit of a shock on the body." She stated as she walked over. "Let me see. Hold still I'll get the ones in the back real fast while I'm not so worried about harming you." She stated moving around to his back. She carefully but quickly removed several golden wings and sat them down. "Ah these come out realitivly easily."

“I know but I like to eat quickly and move on.” He closed his eyes, glad that he’d be able to breathe easier.

He pushed the bottom of his wing up to his hand with his foot. He began pulling the feathers out, sorting them by quality of metal, setting the four odd ones he found down in a pile by themselves. “I’m going to give you the odd ones; they’re sort of a get-out-of-jail-free card. I have too many and you’re the only person I know that doesn’t have any. I’ll explain them later.”

As his wings began to get lighter his headache dwindled. “Thanks for helping me. It looks like I wouldn’t have gotten around to getting the feathers out after all; they were the cause of my headache.” He began stretching around trying to reach the ones in the front while keeping as still as possible so Sam wouldn’t have to chase them down. Once he randomly asked a question trying to brack the seriousness of the morning. “I wonder what would happen if I suddenly changed my name to Mr. A. You know, like Mr. T?”

Samantha laughed slightly. "Mr. T?" She questioned. "I don't know how many people would take Mr. A. Seriously." She stated as she made quick work of the back of one wing. She was careful not to mess with any of the other feathers if she didn't have too. "Ok explain latter. I can't promise I'll remember anything anyway. I'm a bit of a flake in the morning." She admitted as she sat down another handful of gold feathers. "Done with most of this wing." She stated as she looked around finding a few hidden ones.

“Aww. That’s sad. What does the T stand for anyway? Mr. Tough?” He dug under a feather trying to reach a tiny gold one that had been all downy, he could feel it poking his skin.

“I’m about half finished with this side of mine. Oh there’s one you might miss, that I’ll never get to. It’s close to the joint where the wing meets with my body. It was a down feather, I can feel it. If you don’t fine it immediately then forget about it. It won’t bother me much.” He plucked the last two handfuls of gold feathers from the front and moved on to the other wing.

He whistled as he stared at the pile of feathers sitting beside him after setting down a handful of feathers, “Wow, I’ve never had so many. The most I’ve ever had was about fifty. But that’s like eighty already. There’s something new I want to try when we get ready to melt these down.”

Smiling Samantha nodded. "I guess so. Never understood it myself." She searched around and found the down feather. "Here you are." She sat it down and finished up the last wing. "Hmm curious wounder whats the cause of so many. Probably why it gave you a head ache." She stated before starting on the other wing. She picked up speed as she worked. "Oi this would drive me nuts. I can hardly handle thinking of the wieght these would cause let alone having to feel it." She murmered. "So who's this Millie?" She asked. "Friend, family, lover?" She questioned the last one. "Or just an unobservant neighbor?"

“Millie’s my half sister. She lives next door now so that’s another reason I gave you her clothes. She’s out of town rught now visiting one of her best friends in the UK. She is only two hundred years old.” He thought for a moment of what had been different yesterday than the day before he realized with a start, accidentally pulling one of his normal pin feathers out. “Ow, that hurt.”

I think it’s her. He checked through his head and rechecked about twenty times, not wanting to offend her, he told her, almost apologetic. “You. You are the only thing different.”

Samantha scowled slightly. "Well I'm appaerntly causing more problems then I'm helping now aren't I." She stated as she sat down more feathers. "If you'd like me to leave so this doesn't happen again I'll understand. It has to be much more uncomfortable then normal." She stated. "I can still do my job from a far." She stated more as an option then an acctual offer. She much prefered staying close to the target but if it was causing her protecty harm she was more then willing to back off. She stretched again before continuing to prune in a since his wings.

“NO. I won’t have you leave. There’s a very simple solution. I just pluck the cream ones the night before. They’ll still turn gold. You’re actually allowing me to speed up something I wanted done. I’m grateful for that. Plus I’d be sad that this isn’t getting used. Sammy never had a chance to acctually live here. She got sick and died before she was old enough to have her own space.” Abel set the last of the feathers he could reach down and began sorting the pile that had been building up. “We’re up to one-hundred-twenty-seven. About how many do you think are left?” He counted the amount of ones he’d melt down to sell compared to the ones he’d keep. There were ninety-three keeps and thirty-four sellables.

Samantha nodded. "I'm sorry. I'm curious about something, feel free to tell me if I'm going to far, but how is it you and your half sister were born immortal but your children weren't?" She asked as she counted. "Here's ten and then I'm guessing about fifteen more." She said as she began plucking them. Once she had the last she passed them up and smoothed the feathers she'd ruffled. "There you go that's the last of them." She stated flicking her hair out of her face and yawning.

Abel laughed. “ No. I’m very open with information. It’s a good question that no one seems to care about asking. Our parents were both immortal pairings and my wives were human, thus mortal. With immortal to mortal parents it’s luck of the draw who you take after. My two girls weren’t lucky enough to take after me.”

He looked at the ten and promptly stuck them in the sell pile. “Okay. We’ll be trying to make a music box today. Is that alright? I’ve never made one before but I always wanted to try.”

"Ah survivle of the luckest. That was Darwin's theory way back when." Samantha stated. "Alright lets see...a music box. Thats fine I've only seen wooden ones not...gold, but i"m sure it'll turn out wonderfully." She in couraged. "Well there you go. Now I'm going to go wash up." She stated walking off yawning slightly. She slipped into the bathroom and took a quick shower. She was mostly getting dust and stuff out of her wings. Not long after she was redressed and walking out into the main room again. Her hair didn't retain water at all so it was practically dry.

She thought of another question to ask. So she went to find Abel. Upon doing so she asked quiet simply. "Where are we?"

Abel looked up from digging in his tool box for his metal etching kit. “What? You don’t know where you are? Well, we’re in Manhattan. Upper East Side. By the way, if you like to explore, I own the whole building. I bought it when it was still being built and much of it hasn’t changed since then. I’m not even sure what the other three levels look like.” He found the small drill-like tool and stood, smiling happily.

“I’m going to go heat up the forge so I can start melting down the gold. If you want to help, you can or I’ll call you when it’s time to start etching. Etching is the best part.”

"Well its not like I'm the most observant person. I watch a target, prepare myself and then I drop out of the sky like a shooting star. The fall is persice and I don't have to do anything except with stand the pressure changes, smell, and heat involved in throwing yourself between diminsions." She stated with a shrug. "So we're in New York City. Fun." She stated before smiling. "I'd love to help I'm not one of adventuring. See I hate bugs, all bugs, expecially big black bugs." She stated with a nod.

“Hey, I hate bugs too. That’s why I live here.” He walked down to the basement, and grabbed a box of matches lit the forge. The room quickly grew hot as he let it heat up.

“Okay. It’s ready.” He grabbed a pair of tongs, a smelting bucket and several of the good feathers, putting them in the bucket and setting the bucket in the fire.

“I need to set up the mold for the box.” He told her, as he dug them out. He did his best to try to teach her how everything went ad he made the music box, but he wasn’t good at teaching people.

Samantha didn't need much to learn something. Watching people was the best way for her to do things. "I got it just keep working and stop trying to teach me its alright I'll pick up on it." She stated about halfway through. "IF you don't you'll mess up." She added. She tried to pull her hair up off her neck but it was too thin. The terrible thing about it was when she died she had real thin hair and it was down so now she couldn't get it to stay anyother way.

“Okay. Good.” He continued working only stopping to set down the cooled base and hand her the tongs. “Now I want you to make the top, please. I need to carve the bottom. And decide what music it’s going to play. Hey, what’s your favorite song?” He wanted to make his first music box to match the upstairs room so he could put it where his daughter had planned for her first one to go, but he didn’t want it to play a song that would annoy Sam.

"The Engulfed Cathedral by Debussy." Samantha said softly as she went to work. She only had a small amount of trouble. Before long however she got it down. Working quickly and quietly. Her answer had been almost robotic. As if she had once used it as part of a disguies almost as if she had said it so much and that time had ment so much it was ingraved in her brain. Though she never noticed it. She hummed lightly as she worked sighing in annoyance as her hair frizzled because of the heat.