High up above the city lights on a barren rooftop sat a small woman with pure white wings. She sat ever so still gazing down at the lights of the city. Upon her face sat a small smile as she watched the one thing God had created that he would always love. No matter what these humans did, God still carried an unprecedented love for them and it was easy to understand. They were so naive and misunderstood. The woman fluttered her majestic white wings and sighed as she watched the night life of New York. "If only I could fit in somewhere." She said aloud.