“What do you mean he’s gone?” Neville asked.
“”It’s just that: he’s gone. He was there one minute, then nothing,” said the technician. He was a minor Angel of little standing, but still a child of the Light and deserving of some measure of respect. Neville had to forcibly remind himself of that as he stood towering over him.
“Find him. Figure out how the machines failed and find him,” said Neville, the rage he felt masked by the outward appearance of calm. “He’s too close for us to lose him now.” Neville turned and stared out of the window. “Where are you?”