It was pouring rain through the late October night, not a place for a young teenager like Angel Burnhart to be. The streets lights were gleaming against the water off the sidewalk. Clubs and restaurants were opened late at this time. Suddenly, a whisper was heard in the young woman's ear. "I know Aileen..." Angel breathed as she shuddered from the unforgiving cold. "I dont know how...but we will find a way out of this mess..." All the poor girl had was the wet sopping clothes; a sweater and jeans with worn out shoes and her entity, Aileen, who was powerful and growing stronger by the minute. Another whisper and Angel rolled her eyes and continued on. Suddenly, she saw a cop car drive by and she cussed under her breath as she started walking faster, keeping her head down. The cop car slowed down next to her and a police officer rolled down the window and poked his head out, "excuse me...miss?" Angel gritted her teeth and ran into the nearest restaurant where a hostess greeted her. "Hello, Ma'am, table for one?" Angel looked at the girl, "no, wheres your restroom..." She asked. The woman pointed and the girl ran into the bathroom.