Sariel has been keeping a oddly low profile on the tour, making the appearances he's on order to make, performing in concerts and in other live appearances. But his heart has not been in much of it. He might sound more intense on some of his darker songs, as if he's taken some kind of inner turmoil and poured it into the lyrics. The rest of the time, he's avoided his bandmates and gone out for long walks late at night, always with a guard at his back, though he has tried to give them the slip, always, though, to no avail.

It's during one of these walks, he might roam into an alley way, seeing a small, slight figure. Serena..... yes, that's her, but what is she doing here? Perhaps she's trailing one of the bands, or... perhaps she's someone who knows what's going on.

That's when she transforms, changes before his very eyes, into... His angel.

"You...?" he asks, nervelessly, even stunned to the core. He wonders, for a moment, if someone drugged the water he had before the performance earlier that evening, but no... this has to be real.