Avenging Angel

At a glance the Face of Everyman knew that his time was up.  The Avenging Angel was fluttering down to claim his mortal soul.  “Mother of Mercy. Can this be the end of the Venerable Sage?”  Moments later he could breathe a sigh of relief; he was safely in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  The remainder of the day was anticlimatic.