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hands.
    “Let's go back to the movie and watch it this time with the invisible guardian angels in view.”
    The room darkened and the movie started over.  This time, as the impending danger approached, three angels could be seen floating near the back of the plane, the same three guardian angels in the previous movie.  After Budd threw up, the angels blew a gust of air towards the hatch, helping the hatch to close as Budd pulled it shut tightly.
    The lights came back on.  Crystal floated to the front.  “So, you see, the angels helped to shut the hatch using what method?”
    “Controlling the elements,” one freshman answered.
    “That is correct.  The angels used the forces of air to help save this young man's life.  He was not the wiser, but felt himself lucky or strong, whatever the case may be.  Sometimes humans do recognize when they have been given divine help, but usually they don't.”
    We walked out of the great hall and toward our seventh hour class, Floating Techniques. 
    “Did you see that?” I exclaimed.  “That was me again.  Future me! I thought the plane was going to crash in that lightning storm.”
    “Me, too,” said Journey.  “It looked like it was building up to that.  With the weather conditions and all.”
    “Yeah, who would've guessed the guy just had to puke?” Felix chuckled.
    “Well, it sure was a twist,” Kevin said.  “If I were the guardian angel, I would've been getting ready to help save him from a crashing airplane.”
    Before we could enter the classroom, our teacher met us at the door. Angel Samuel was a wise-looking man with white hair and neatly trimmed beard, still young and handsome. “Before you go inside, I'd like to find out who has been practicing their floating at home and who would like to demonstrate?”
    About half of the class raised their hands.
    “Only half of you have been practicing?  Very well, who would like to try floating into the room and to their seat first?”
    “Is this a trick question?” one of the students asked.
    “You'll find out,” said the teacher.  “Who would like to go first?”
    I raised my hand thinking others would, too and that I really wouldn't be chosen.
    “Josie,” said the instructor.  “It seems you are the only one brave enough to try.  Very well-- go ahead.”
    I concentrated on what I had practiced the night before when I actually was able to float across my dorm room.  It hadn't been easy and the landing was quite abrupt.  I knew I could do it, though, so I was confident that I'd be able to float to my seat.  I looked at the other students staring at me to make my move.  Journey smiled and nudged my elbow, “Go ahead, you'll do great.”
    I floated through the door and as I did, several viperous snakes inside the room jumped and hissed at me.  Their fangs protruded from their mouths as their tongues sprang back and forth.  The snakes were large and all coiled up together as if joined against me.  I breathed and let out a muffled scream. However, I kept floating and made it to my seat, heart pounding, relieved that I made it unscathed.  The landing into my chair was somewhat to be desired, but I didn't care.
    “Very good,” said Professor Samuel, looking at me from just outside the door.  The students were still outside whispering and visiting with one another, oblivious to the snakes slithering on the floor insidiously flinging their tongues from their fanged mouths.
    “Now, we will have the rest of you float into your seats one at a time.”
    The students came in one at a time, some of them shrieking when they saw the snakes.  The last few students who were unable to float stopped still when they saw the snakes.
    “Well, are you coming in to class today or not?” Professor Samuel asked, teasing an inpatient voice.
    The students shook their heads, fearfully.
    “If you cannot float, then you really should be here to learn how, don't you think?” asked Professor Samuel.
    I was glad I and