He was getting ready for bed when he heard the doorbell ring; there were other people home for whom answering would be more convenient, but he had a strange feeling that the caller was there for him. As he made his way to the front door he saw his wife rush past him; he thought that was odd, but didn't worry about it.
The caller was a woman in a black tuxedo and chauffeur's cap; she was well over six feet tall, with a braid of blonde hair that fell past her waist. Her face was a bit too strong to be beautiful, but her smile was soft and warm. Beyond her was a 50-year-old Bentley limousine with a front license plate that read, "Chooser". The woman offered him her arm.
"Are you an angel?" he asked as they walked to the car.
The woman smiled even more broadly and shook her head. "No. But my sisters and I tend to work the veterans. Cross cultural courtesy, or something like that."
"Oh," he answered. He didn't quite understand that, but he felt good about it, somehow.
The woman held the door as he got into the car, and then took the driver's seat and started the engine. She picked up a radio microphone and hit the transmit key.
"Signe. Signe to Charon."
"Charon. Go ahead, Signe."
"Inbound. I have Philbrook, and I'm coming home."