“Maybe something bad would have happened if this guy didn’t slow you down when he did. Maybe this is your guardian angel, looking out for you.”

“Think Pickelman's our guy?''Maybe. Or maybe he knows who is. Or maybe he's guilty of something else.''Glad you could narrow it down,' Bailey replied. 'Always here for ya.”

“So maybe you were that guy that I always talked about. And maybe just maybe everyday I secretly hoped you would figure it out.”

“But if someone had slowed him down, just slightly interrupted his course, maybe he could have gotten through that one nightmarish moment; maybe he would never get that close to it again.”

“Maybe I would have been something you'd be good at. Maybe you would have been something I'd be good at.”

“It struck her hard how it was often the ordinary acts that were angelic. Maybe there were angels in the sky and maybe there weren't. Maybe angels helped arrange for Tom to be the one to drive along right at that moment. She didn't know. But what she did know was that there were angels on the ground. She did know that Tom stopped the car, got out, and buried the kid's dead cat. He didn't have to, but he did. It was a small act, but it was huge. And that made Tom an angel to her, one no less divine than any angels that might be in the sky.”