Lauralye felt a little uncomfortable sitting the room alone with Robert as he removed his shirt. She sat back a little, clearly uneasy. A moment later, Robert's wings unfurled and Lauralye screamed. Her hands flew to her mouth, shaking as she stared at him, terrified. She stood as he spoke, moving away from him. She bumped into the wall shortly after and found no escape. Her hands still shook as she lowered them slightly to speak, "N-n-no... Angels w-wings are white... Not b-black..."

She moved to the corner, like a frightened animal, trapped by the predator. She sunk down in the corner, staring at him wide eyed, trying to make herself smaller, as if that were going to help. She took a deep breath and whimpered.