I was lifted high above the menial world. I imagined myself to be a magnificent specimen, plucked out of obscurity to shine from above. I was being relocated, remodeled and renovated, proudly brought to you on the wings of an angel.

I would have waved at the crowds had there been any or if I had hands. I was reliant on the kindness of strangers. The great bird had a plan at any rate and I was happy to tag along for a while. The horizon beckoned.

We circled around some rocky spires and she peeled away keening at the wind. We swept towards a single spire, higher than the others and we hovered above it. A nest was perched precariously at the pinnacle.

Now I was not so sure I had embarked on the right train of events. There was nothing I could do to prevent the impossible from occurring again. I was in no position to argue with the hand that fate dealt me. Several familiar faces looked up at me hungrily.