Stan noticed it elsewhere. A stranger answered the doorbell saying he didn’t own lawn ornaments. When they both looked it wasn’t there.
Stan spotted it several blocks away and phoned Dave. They drove to the property but the angel had disappeared here too.
“That’s weird,” Stan said. “I saw it earlier.”
They drove under a bridge. Hugging its wall lay a homeless man. By his side, Dave’s angel.
“He needs an angel more than I do,” Dave said.