Monja feels a wave of disorientation wash over her. She looks at Christopher's mother, a woman she feels inexplicably connected to, yet also strangely distant.
Monja: *She forces a smile, her voice trembling slightly.* Would you mind watching the children for a bit? I need to speak with Michael.
Christopher's Mom: *She beams, reaching for Lerato and Lloyd.* Of course, dear. You two come with Oma. More cookies?
Lerato: *She nods enthusiastically, grabbing another cookie from its warm nest.* Yay!
Michael and Monja step out onto the porch, the wind whipping around them. The scent of rain hangs heavy in the air. The quaint German village stretches out before them, unfamiliar yet strangely comforting to Monja.
Monja: *She looks around, her brow furrowed.* Spill it, Michael. What in the world is going on? Why are we in Germany? And… and…
Her voice trails off as a woman walks by, pushing a bicycle. She smiles at Monja.
Stranger: *She nods politely.* Guten Tag.
Monja: *She responds automatically, the words flowing effortlessly from her lips.* Guten Tag.
The woman continues on her way. Monja turns back to Michael, her eyes wide with disbelief. The German words she just spoke echo in her mind, foreign yet familiar.
Monja: *She grips Michael's arm, her voice rising with panic.* How… how can I speak German? And who is this Christopher guy you keep talking about? Who 'am' I?
Michael: *He looks at her, his expression grave. He opens his mouth to speak, but hesitates, the weight of his words heavy on his tongue.* Monja… the truth is far more complicated than you can imagine. It involves swapped souls, a collapsing cosmic balance and…
Before Michael could continue his response, a white car stopped behind Monja. She being badly influenced by the soul swap, doesn't even recognize David, Christopher's youngest brother but feels drawn towards the young man who instantly recognizes Monja from the photos his brother had shared with him. David had hoped to find Chris there, not expecting to find Monja converting with an… Angel!
David: *He steps out of the car, his eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and excitement.* Monja? Is that really you? Chris showed me pictures… but… wow! What are 'you' doing here? And who is this…?
Monja: *She looks from David to Michael, a flicker of recognition in her eyes, yet clouded by confusion.* I… I don't understand. Do I know you?
Michael: *He places a reassuring hand on Monja's shoulder.* David, this isn't the best time. Things are… complicated.
David: *He runs a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his voice.* Complicated? Chris seems to be AWOL, his wife is acting weirder than usual, and now his soulmate turns up in Germany… talking to a guy with wings… And you're telling me it's complicated?