Not so far from the earth as the moon or stars, there hovered another light in the sky. Though not technically a celestial body, Union liked to think that it had one, and a wreath of golden fire certainly helped this image. Soaring high in the air on a peaceful night was something many angels took for granted, but Union's two minds seldom failed to appreciate the miracle of flight. Just now, however, was one of those times.

“I'm telling you, it's juked us again,” an irritated male voice bellowed over the rushing wind.
“And I'm telling you, have faith in me. We found it the other time; why so quick to give up now? We've only spent two days tracking it,” came a tired reply.
“This demon could be heading home to brood in a pit for all we know! I know we can't sense the oracles, but relying on demons to find them for us is a terrible idea!”
“Well, you allowed me to fly you about a hundred-fifty miles on that pretext, so it wasn't so bad back then.” Zoe paused. “Plus, your idea is way worse.”
“What!? Normal humans can't see or hear us, so if we make ourselves prominent than we'll attract whatever oracles are in the area! Makes perfect sense!”

Union ground to a halt. 5,000 feet below, there lay a fairly standard-looking town. From the air, all cities looked remarkably similar. This one was speckled with lights, none so resplendent as the angel's burning passion, but merry little smidgen of liveliness nonetheless. Both heads scanned the area, earth and sky alike, but neither saw the winged demon they had been following. “No way that mongrel outsped us,” Zoe muttered. Zander nodded his affirmation, his helmet masking his smile. 
“That must mean it has taken refuge down there. Maybe it's found an oracle.”
Despite Zoe's tone, she was inwardly pleased that her partner had completely changed stances on her plan, and he knew it. “Whatever happened to the 'terrible idea'?” she wheedled.
“Eh, might as well check it out. We did trace it here, as you said. And you're tired.”
“No way. I could do this all night.”
Zander grinned—he knew what came next. “How about dinner?”
“Sounds good. You pay.”
“We share the same pool of cur..cash, rather.”
“What's gotten into you today? You're doing so much thinking compared to normal.”
“Less talking, more landing.”
“Get it? It's funny because I called you dumb.”
“I get the picture, Zoey.”

By this time Union had arrived. Descending the last few meters, the angel alighted on the pavement just beside a streetlamp. After a quick -and silent- look around to determine that nobody was in sight, Union's body began to glow softly. As its form lost definition it began to change. In the space of five seconds, the angel split in two, and when the light died down two perfectly normal humans stood where it had been. They instinctively checked themselves over to make sure that everything was in place; now that ordinary people could see them, maintaining the facade became an important priority. After a few moments, they started off down the street, hand in hand. “Now to find a place open at ten o' clock,” the man muttered. Keeping an eye out for their quarry went unsaid, but understood.

Ten minutes later, the couple had found their place. A lively-looking fast-food restaurant, coated in neon lights and tantalizing advertisements and comically located across the street from an expansive hospital clinic. This did not go unnoticed by Zoe. “Hey, the place of healing is within crawling distance.” While such humor was usually appreciated by Zander, he seemed unusually contemplative as the couple approached the restaurant. “I'm getting a bad feeling.”
“Oh, it's not worry about gluttony again is it? Remember, its we girls that need to watch our weight.”
Zander turned back to his partner's face, staring into Zoe's eyes. It was a privilege their true form did not permit him. “Not that I'm the one that needs to worry about gluttony. If it wasn't a sin, you'd be too fat to fly.”

She punched him. While he did almost stagger under the force of the strike, even in human form, his teasing went unabated. “Looks like I hit a nerve.”
“Shut up and order. We've got a demon to catch and oracles to find, remember?”
“Sure, sure.”

Preoccupied with friendly banter and attaining nourishment, neither half of Union noticed George Asprey across the street. They ordered their food (both small portions of grilled chicken and salad, accompanied by clear, reinvigorating water) and shared a compassionate meal.