Mama looked grey. And Mama was a reflection of her. Where she was from, families were their own mirrors. They mirrored everything but emotions. And only the members could distinguish their genders or ages. They were that close-knit, yet overly distinct. Big Boss beat the drums, and it was time to fall. Uncle Sparks had to flash the light, and then falling would really begin. Celine didn't mind falling from time to time. But it was falling season, and falling would be regular for about two months straight. She would be better off getting used to it. There was no circumventing any of it. Below, the humans scrambled about, trying to get prepared for her and her folks. Darn, she dreaded it as much as they. Of course they couldn't tell. They were human, she was cloud. All around, her people began to get ready; trimming their hair and etc to get lighter. Anything to delay the fall. Useless. Especially the unfortunate ones with their homes on lower spheres. They always fell ...

When Dr. Appoh walked into the hospital cafetaria and saw the man in the corner with a sad face playing with his cup of what seemed to be coffee, he felt the sudden urge to preach. He hadn't felt that urge since Senior High School, when he had joined one of those Christian groups. <em>Maybe it's a Sunday morning that's why,</em> Dr Appoh thought. But he didn't ignore the feeling. In fact, as he ordered his light breakfast, he decided he was going to act on it. The man obviously needed motivation of some sort, and Dr Appoh felt he could deliver on that end. "Can I sit here?" he asked the man, while holding his tray. "Feel free," the man replied, not even bothering to look up. Dr. Appoh made himself comfortable. After a bite or two of his sandwich, he felt it was time to make his reason for sitting there announced. And so he spoke again, "Excuse me sir, I just want a minute of your time. Do you believe in miracles?" T...