'Perhaps you imagine you are having a cerebral anomaly, a near-death, or even a post-death, experience,' said a voice quietly. It emanated from down low, between Daniel's knees. 'And that several arch-angels are arrayed before you, burning your eyes with their radiance. In that case I would be a shade, a poor gray ghost, and the screams and moans you hear from far off would be the complaints of other departed souls being taken off to Hell.'