Sam had woken up, only to go back to sleep again moments later.

Brooklyn was ecstatic when he finally stirred. Perhaps he was in a better mood now and would want to turn on a movie, or play a board game with his mom, or anything else that would be entertaining for the angel. Yet he only had the energy to change and feed his son. Dark under eye circles were prominent on his face and his eyes were still pink from all the tears he had shed, she observed. She followed him over to the baby. At least Louis looked much more lively.

Part of her knew it wouldn't be long before he started questioning where his mother went, though. He had already reached towards her in the photograph. Before long, he would be speaking his first words. Brooklyn hoped she would be there- even if it's in angel form- to hear them.

It was very late in the night. In only a couple hours, traces of dawn were starting to appear through the window. Sam remained silently restless. Empathetic towards her fiancé but also growing quite bored, Brooklyn decided to walk through the wall of her son's room to explore the backyard.

Nothing had changed. Footprint-covered snow covered the whole area. There was a snowman towards the edge of the yard, one that Sam and Brooklyn had built together a couple weeks ago. She was happy it was still standing, although the carrot nose was covered with freshly fallen snow. That was upsetting. Would Sam notice if she brushed it off?

...presumably not. It could have been the wind, after all.

Thus she willed herself to [i]really[/i] touch it as she brushed away the snow. It peacefully floated down to the ground. The sun was now higher on the horizon, so she rushed back inside. It would be a shame if he happened to commit a mortal sin so early in the morning; yet she wasn't willing to risk it. Nothing was worth the risk of possibly never rejoining her family again.