Harp nodded with a little bit of urgency. The sidewalk had many cracks in it, and there were many shops around them. However, the angel couldn't spot anyone that saw them fall... er... ump off the building. He was a little bit dizzy from the fall, but loved the buzz it gave him. He frowned at the red mark on Bel's face, reaching out to run the smooth of his hand alongside it. It was very warm. His smile cracked. "'I'm sorry..." He mumbled, sheepishly. 

At Bel's question, he sighed. He stood up, and grasped Bel's hand in his own, helping him up. "My mission...?" He asked coyly, but soon pursed his lips together. It wouldn't be right to make Bel wait for much longer. He observed the shops around. There was a cafe, a toy store with adorable little cotton animals sewn together overseas, a book store with countless pieces of paper, and so many more. The smell of tobacco smoke, gasoline, and hot dogs polluted the air and for the first time, Harp realized they were in a huge city. As a few seagulls flew overhead, he realized they must be near the ocean. It was windy, and the winds whistled through the buildings. There were skyscrapers further away, but they weren't walking distance. 

He sighed. "My mission was to show you light." He admitted, not thinking thaat Bel would know what it meant. And it was better that way, he believed.