An angel slowly approaches a door, and opens it carelessly, stumbling to the other side. Another angel follows him.   “Where are you going?” he asks.   “I don’t care what I imagine on the other side; I’m dying.”   The angel walks on to a wooden balcony, that is covered lightly with snow, and lies down on his stomach. The other, who has questioned him, steps through the door after and stands a few feet away.   “You like this better…for her to be mad at you.”   He doesn’t answer and the other goes through the door and leaves.   A girl opens the door minutes after and runs to the angel. This time he turns his head, and looks behind him…