After a long but satisfying day in autopsy, Woody shut off the lights in the office with a grin. They were able to close three cases today. Normally they only solve one every few days. Woody always had faith in Shawn and Gus. As he reached his car, he realized he left his keys back in the office.

"Not again." He sighed. "Maybe I should try that article I read online about forgetfulness. I am getting older..."

He walked back to his office to find the lights dim but definitely on. Without thinking too much about it he grabbed his keys off his desk. The lights grew brighter as he walked towards the door. He spun around and glanced around the room. He couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. With one last sweep of the room he flipped the lights off again and made his way to his car for the second time.

As soon as he entered his trailer, his stomach reminded him that he was hungry. He prepared his favorite late night snack; fruit loops and watermelon. After his stomach was satisfied he settled into bed. Even after his long day of work, he couldn't seem to fall asleep. He turned over onto his back and saw a bright light around him.

"Aliens..." He whispered. "I knew you'd come for me." He smiled.

"Woody, I am not an alien." He heard a voice say.

He was baffled at first. "I'm dreaming?" He sighed disappointedly.

"No, I am Zachariah, an angel of The Lord."

"What do you want from me?"

" I need a vessel. One that's strong enough to contain me."

Woody chuckled. "How can I help?"

"I need your consent before I can use you as my vessel."

After a moment of contemplation, woody decided. "Sure, why not?"

The light around him grew brighter and all of sudden he had no more control over his body.