John shot between them before Manny could smite Fawn. He knew he would, without hesitation.

"Thanks for the life advice, mate, but let's get back to this rising business," he said, a little panicked. "So I look to Fin. Anything more than that to go on?"

"What is coming isn't from Hell, John. It's from time. Beyond Our Father. Older than a mortal mind can imagine. You're going to have your work cut out for you."

"If it's so serious, you're gonna help a bloke out, right, Manny?" John asked, flashing a charming smile.

The rain began to fall again and the angel was gone.