The Archangel shook his head, still with that thoughtful look on his face. "No, we didn't. Master was still figuring out how to create beings with self-will, you see. Some dinosaurs came very close as they evolved, but then ... well, then the accident with the comet happened."

He managed to keep himself from saying that his Lord had joyridden the comet into the Earth. Somehow he felt that wouldn't go over too well. Besides, Fletcher's suggestion was much more interesting. The Archangel looked at Fletcher and a slow, mischievous grin spread across his face. "There isn't, is there?"

Leaving the scalpel embedded in the wood, Gabe took a few steps away, looking around to gauge how much space he had. Very carefully he visualised something ... something big, he decided. Why not? They were easier to see and imagine, and as Fletcher said, there wasn't anyone around for miles. When would he get a better chance? The Archangel cast out his senses, finding the little spaces between trees in which to place his feet.

And then, quite suddenly, there was a brachiosaurus towering over the woods. Gabe shifted, very carefully so as to avoid stepping on anything. It felt, he decided, more like he was dancing on his toes than walking flat-footed. His sight wasn't so bad, especially since he was 'cheating', and the view ... the view was magnificent. He could see for miles. Gracefully he lowered his head to peer at Fletcher, his neck curving a giant arc in the air.

'I'm so tall,' he said with utter delight. 'Climb up and see!'