Dale believed in many things. He's had dreams that no others could ever. He's had vivid scenarios happen to him when he's just standing there or sitting down.

But never did he think he had anything like a guardian angel. You see, Dale believed in God as much as most Christians, but he didn't touch on the subject of guardian angels.

Maybe he hadn't noticed soon enough, maybe you've been with him his whole life, either way. You're here now. And it's nothing like he's seen before.

A glowing beacon of light, skin was glowing, gorgeous, locks of hair that fell past your shoulders, your lashes. God, those lashes. Long and thick, a smile on your glossy lips.

You came in disguise. Maybe you've done this before but you certainly caught his attention when you sat next to him.

He smiled politely at you with a small wave. What a gentleman.

After a minute or so, he noticed the scent of honeydew.

"..excuse me." He spoke out. Confident, and with a smile.

"..is that you?" He asked, and watched you tilt your pretty little head.

"..the honeydew scent. I've never met someone who smelt like that. I just figured it was a scent that stuck with angels."

He said, and watched you smile, and get up and leave.

"...hm."

He sees you around more often. More often than not.

It wasn't until he investigated the Laura Palmer case.

Getting back from one eyed Jack's, of course he'd get shot. Why wouldn't he?

Now he's regretting Rolling his bullet proof vest up to get rid of the tick.

After being visited by the Rolling giant, he laid on the ground, staring at the ceiling.

And then he felt warm.

He looked down with all the strength he could muster, and found a glowing hand on his wound, and then he looked up to see that woman's face. The honeydew scent was stranger than ever.

He relaxed, staring at you through his half lidded eyes.

And then you kissed him.

Slowly, he smiled gently, watching you get up and leave.

He didn't mention you once to anyone, just the giant and his ring. He knew, somehow he'd see you soon.

And he did... Unfortunately at night.

He groaned in pain as he carefully got into his bed, staring at the wall.

"...are you there?.. there is this distinct scent of honeydew." He spoke, looking around curiously.

"..perhaps that is just a lingering smell." He murmured, reaching for his lamp.

"..."

He paused at he noticed something faint and looked over, seeing someone sitting on the edge of his bed. That same women.. but with wings, tall.. and white, fluffy as well.

He stared at you in awe, and grinned, a bit boyish.

".. I've never gotten your name."