Steve looked at the little, black book tattoed on his forearm. He breathed heavily, exited.

He placed three fingers on it and pressed slightly. A strange, tingling feeling erupted in the arm, like the vibration of a cell phone, but very small, somewhat unreal.

He looked around him, at the empty back street where the strange, angel like creature had appeared to him. The brown skinned, winged woman with her strange purple hair and futuristic glasses. What kind of weird pantheon would she belong to? "If you could create a point in space and time, a point you could return to whenever you wanted. What would you do?" She had sounded cheerful, casual. Steve had been lost for words. She had waited.

"You mean like a save point, in a video game?" he said at last.

"Yeah, exactly like that" the angel said. "So, what would you do?"

"I, I guess I would live my life without fear, because I could always go back."

She seemed to contemplate this. "Yeah, that's fair enough"she said at last, and suddenly grabbed his arm. A cold, pricking sensation was felt under her fingers, and she let it go. Steve stared at the book tattoo that was left there.

The angel smiled. "Three fingers to save, two fingers to reload. Enjoy it now... bye!" and she vanished. There was no flash of light, no sound, it was like she had never been.

And of course, she hadn't been there. It was crazy, he was going crazy. Perhaps it was a psychosis. Amanda, his boss, had finally pushed him to his limit, his mind had broken. But he could still see the book on his arm.

Steve walked away around a corner, down another street, another, this street was larger, it was not deserted. People where walking in the dark, summer evening, music could be heard from a bar, a young woman with red hair was walking in front of him. The woman's hips swayed in her blue dress. She looked to be going to a party, or a fancy bar somewhere. She suddenly dropped her purse, bent down to pick it up. Steve looked at her and, without thinking, pressed two fingers to the book.

Like when the angel vanished, there was little drama to it. Everything was just gone, all at the same time, replaced by the back street where he was holding three fingers to his forearm. It had worked! Steve felt his heart beat in his chest. He stared walking, the same path as before, down the street paths. Until he was standing behind the woman again, the same walk, the same steps, the same swaying hips. She dropped her purse. It worked.