The Angel's Guardian Angel

"So, how did you find me?" River asked.

River opted to sit amid the beautiful roses, while Lucas sat gracefully on a large rock, watching the bouncing River with astonished eyes.

"I did not find you. You called for help, and I just happened to be on duty." Lucas answered, picking his words carefully.

"What do you mean?" River asked, looking at Lucas quizzically as his bounce dimmed a bit.

"You called out to master, and I happen to be on patrol," Lucas explained.

"Who is your master?" River asked, getting more confused.

"God."

The simple answer was enough to throw River into a fit of cough as he choked on mere oxygen; Lucas leaned forward to pat River's head tenderly. River spoke up after calming down;

"Ah! I get it now! It was just an exclamation! I have made that statement many times, but I had never for once found myself in a beautiful garden!" River almost screamed, looking at Lucas with wide eyes.