Last week: The raven visitor transformed into an angelic figure with enormous black wings.
The man remains sitting, while the angel stands.
Man: I see nothing out of the ordinary.
The angel examines his fingernails.
Angel: Why Uriel, you slight me. I had hoped you'd at least notice my fancy new duds. Brand new body, you know. All the latest bells and whistles.
Uriel (with a flat expression): I'm thrilled for you. Shouldn't you be going now?
The angel lies down on the rock, head resting on his arms folded behind him, staring up at the vast starry sky above him.
Angel: Nope! I think I'm just going to stretch out right here. Maybe count the stars.
Angel: One, two, three...
Angel: No, wait, that's a planet.
Uriel's eyes are wide, mouth hanging slightly open.