Christine groaned as the cold air rushed to meet her and she wrapped her arms around herself.
"Why didn't you wear a cloak?" the other angel asked.
"I lost it," Christine murmered, she had lost her cloak, and all of her other blongings only two days before, in a fire that had destroyed her home and everything she had ever cared about. "Along with the rest of my life."
"What?"
"Nevermind," she waved the question off and turned to ask one of her own, "what is really going on here?"
