chapter 2 it was that woman again . a hood covered the head of the image in the pool , a tattered shred of cloth sown together with what appeared to be yarn . `` because if you 're a half angel then that would make me what , a quarter angel ? '' the pain was so strong that he had to pull back before he 'd crossed even half the distance . before i knew it , he was standing right in front of me , demanding my full attention . 