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    My sister Jade always used to come into my bed when she’d had a bad dream. I’d find her beside me in the morning, fast asleep, hogging the duvet. Jade’s feet were like icicles too.
    “Is it true you really remember all your lives?” I asked to distract us both from the image of that ominous swingy bridge.
    “Yes, and all my mummies and daddies I can remember, and do you know, I sometimes got the same ones!”
    Obi saw I had no clue what he was on about.
    “I had the same mum in lots of my lives,” he explained patiently, “and the same dad in lots of my lives! They didn’t have the same names or bodies, but the souls inside their bodies were exackly the same. Do you get it now, Melanie?” He patted my cheek as if I was the one who was four.
    “Oh, right, wow, and I bet you loved your mummies and daddies a LOT,” I said, a really lame thing to say in the circumstances.
    “I did love them, but I usually couldn’t live with them though.”
    “No? Why not?”
    “I think it was fate or karma. I don’t aksherly know.”
    Obi lay down and pulled the covers up over his face.
    I switched off the lamp and heard breathing and occasional swallowing sounds. I realised he was trying really hard not to cry.
    “One time,” he gulped, “I lost them at a railway station.”
    “In India?”
    “Yes. We were running away from some bad people, but there were so many people at the station. I didn’t know which were the bad ones. Abbu said, “Don’t let go of my hand!” But I fell over and I let go and I lost Abbu and I lost Ammi .”
    “You mean you lost them for ever?”
    “Yes,” he said in a very small voice.
    I imagined his parents desperately swept along in the crush, helplessly calling their little boy’s name. My friend Karmen said India was so hectic you could lose someone for ever in a blink.
    I heard my quilt rustle as Obi sat up. “Melanie, I need to ask you a really important thing.”
    I swallowed a yawn. “OK, but then we totally have to go to sleep.”
    “Because we have to be sharp for our mission?”
    “That’s right!”
    Obi edged so close he was tickling my ear with his breath.
    “If I get lost in India this time, will you come to find me, Melanie? Even if I’ve gone far away, so you can’t hear me calling and calling?”
    I hugged him. “Sweetie, you won’t go far away. We’re going to be with you every step of the way.”
    “But if I do, will you?” I could hear that Obi was seriously close to tears now.
    “I will come to find you, I promise. Now try to go to sleep; it’s a big day tomorrow.”
    He was a supersensitive little boy who’d got overtired, that’s what I thought.
    I never dreamed I’d have to keep my promise for real.

Chapter Seven
    O bi woke me at six, singing a nursery-school ditty about sausages which I couldn’t really imagine going down a storm at the monastery. I prised open my eyelids to find him beaming right into my face. “Hello, Melanie! You’re awake now, aren’t you!”
    “Yes, I know,” I said through gritted teeth.
    I couldn’t believe it. Obi was his old serene self like his night terrors had never happened. He was still singing his tedious sausages song when the limo picked us up and he went on and on singing it all the way down to the Agency building.
    Normally we have to queue for our angel tags, but because of Obi we’d been given them in advance.
    Reuben fastened Obi’s tiny tags, with the familiar Heavenly logo, around his neck. “Know what this is?”
    Obi nodded vigorously. “It means I’m working for the Agency, but humans won’t see it.”
    “You won’t see it either, or feel it, but you’ll know it’s there connecting you to every angel in the Universe.”
    “It will connect me to you and Mel for ever and ever, won’t it?” Obi said solemnly. “And Brice, won’t it?” He was still fingering his tags as we went into the time portal.
    I thought he’d wobble for sure when the door slid shut and he saw