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The Elevator (as it liked to call itself) was not quite sure it had done the right thing.
Last week it had been called Upstairs and entrusted with a message; a message for the demon’s eyes, a message about nightingales.
But when it arrived back on Earth, the demon was nowhere to be found.
At first, this hadn’t bothered The Elevator. It had simply remained on Earth and waited for the demon to return.
But when the hours had somehow managed to turn into days, days that ultimately morphed into a week, The Elevator had grown apprehensive. What if the demon never returned? What if the message had been an urgent one? It might be. Nightingales weren’t usually an emergency, but perhaps these kind of nightingales were?
Eventually The Elevator had decided that it needed to do something. So it had used its powers and returned to Heaven. Sooner or later the angel would see that The Elevator was back. And then The Elevator would tell him that the demon still hadn’t received the message about nightingales. Simply because The Elevator hadn’t seen him.
But then the most peculiar thing happened.
As soon as The Elevator arrived back in Heaven and opened its doors, the angel jumped in. Almost as if he somehow knew that The Elevator was on its way. And that his message from before hadn’t been delivered.
The angel had pressed the Earth button with trembling fingers and The Elevator had promptly closed the doors and raced towards Earth.
On the way back the angel had changed his outfit. The Elevator quite approved of the change; the former outfit was ugly whereas this not-quite-new outfit definitely suited the angel better. Despite being wrinkled.
But then -
The Elevator hummed to itself. It still wasn’t quite sure it had done the right thing.
Because the moment the two of them arrived on Earth, the angel wrestled the doors open and ran outside.
And then he stopped. Regarded the building opposite The Elevator.
He remained there for a while. And eventually The Elevator looked at the building instead of the angel.
The Elevator squinted. Yes, there was definitely something different about the building. Half the windows were bright and welcoming. The other half looked dark and abandoned.
Perhaps this was the reason the angel didn’t approach the building? Perhaps the angel was nervous? Apprehensive? Weary?
Or perhaps it was something else.
The Elevator watched as the angel clenched his fists.
Oh dear. The Elevator really hoped it hadn’t made a mistake when it brought the angel back to Earth.
The end.