Maydon was reeling. He was reeling though space and time. Stars clashed below his feet and the ground rushing up to meet his head. Tilting the tip of one wing, he managed to spin himself so he was facing downward, looking at the ground as it rushed up to meet him. 'Oh God.' He thought. "Maydon Seraphim, you shall never again enter the city of heaven. You are forever banned to roam the earth, never dying to watch those you love die and turn to dust for your actions." Maydon screamed as he was stripped of the robe he was wearing and his pure white wings were dyed red with the blood of his slain. He landed on the ground, in a park, crumpled up and looking very much like death. His wings folded in to the depressions on either side of his backbone. He picked his head up with an unearthly groan and looked around. He noticed a girl off in the middle distance staring at him, then looking up at the sky. 'Crap.' He thought. 'She saw me.' He stood up and promptly fell over again, as his head was spinning around in circles. He raised an arm and waved the girl over. Come over here. He thought at her, waving again.