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Are you comfortable? Would you like something to drink? Your mother
doesn't let you have soda. Would you like one?
want to go Home.
Is that all you want? Do you want a loving family? Going home means
going to your mother. What about your father? Your aunts? Uncles?
They don't love her. They hate her.
No they don't. I don't have any family other then my mother.
That's what you mother tells you. But it's not true. You just met
your Uncle Robert and Aunt Bernice.
I don't know them. They're lying.
And what about the Angel? She's been lying to you, too. Hanna was
never really an Angel. She's something else. Something bigger, more
menacing. She wants to take you away and force you into servitude.
You're lying! Angels wouldn't do that to me!
I cannot lie. Not in this place, now, with you. The truth is this:
Hanna is not an angel. And she doesn't want you to be one, either.
She wanted you to be like her...something else. Doing her work.
I, on the other hand, don't want to force servitude on you. I want
you to be my friend. I will give you what you want, if you will give
me what I want.
I want to go home.
There's a boy in your school who picks on you. Do you know who I
Yes...Roger. Roger does mean things to you. He pulled your hair the
other day, isn't that so?
Yes, indeed. What if I could give you the power to make him feel
just as bad as he made you feel? Or worse? What if I could make it
so that he never hurt you again. Would you like that, Andrea?
No, that sounds like a bad thing to do.
It's justice. And I can give you the means to get justice. I can
give you a family who will love you. I can give you anything you
want. I can even take you home. All you have to do is join me.
Yes. All you have to do is say that you are not an angel. And that
you will take orders only from me.
But I already AM an angel.
Hanna's not an angel. She just looks like one. Nor are you an angel.
Your mother calls you one, but you are NOT an angel.
I AM an angel.
If you want to go home, you'll join me. I cannot help you otherwise.