Hidden through time and space, concealed from human gaze, the angels watch us. Perhaps they are remnants of the creation. Perhaps they are an alien race, watching us through the ages. Perhaps they are Philosopher Kings and Queens from the dawn of time, the architects of pyramids and henges following their children's children as they grow old and die. They are creatures of immaculate beauty and incomparable elegance... and, to the right rich man, of incalculable financial worth. Trapping an angel, even a lowly Angel of the hosts of Earth, is a unqiue and perilous undertaking. Be thankful that the billionaire who holds your life in his hands did not require you to procure a Angel of Fire or a Damsel of the Light- for then you would be dead, and no-one would remember your name. So rejoice, that you captured for a brief instant in eternity, one of the shining host. And be thankful your fate is not in her hands.