Constantine - The Novelization - Whoa is (Not)

Let go, he urged her, mentally. If you're going, go!There - he felt the doorway begin to open, the room's lighting pulsating, each pulsation makingthe light dimmer.The water began to boil, roiling and steaming.His gaze caught a drop of water at the faucet, quivering, hanging there about to fall, thenfalling and stopping in midair. From the corners of his eyes he saw a black mossy growthcreeping up the wall; cracks forming, oozing blood and acid; from somewhere far away the soundof a million million chewing mandibles.Time ceased, then gave a lurch.... The drop fell.Angela thrashed in the water, her eyes wide screaming underwater. The water muffled thescream but the bubbles surged frantically from her mouth.He pulled her to a sitting position. She coughed, and wailed, and coughed water again... andrecommenced screaming, clutching at him, flinging herself from the bathtub, and knocking himback onto the tiled floor, water sloshing over them both.Her screams became a wailing again... and then merely a moan. She lay there on him,trembling."Oh God, John. All those people. Isabel." She was sobbing now. I’ve always known wherethe bad guys are… where to find them... where to aim, when to duck. …I can see.... I've alwaysknown.... And I sent them there! To think I sent them there!"She squeezed her eyes shut. Her hands began to flutter at the air, as if conjuring - purely fromsome dormant instinct."Angela?”She looked at him then. "Someone was here...." She jumped to her feet and ran out of theroom. Constantine stared after her in surprise - then followed.Soaking wet, she ran out of the apartment, into the parking lot, through the still - open sidedoor into the bowling alley. Constantine followed, wheezing. "Wait, dammit! Slow down, tellme what-"But now she'd gone through the door into the maintenance corridor behind the pin settingmachines. Constantine caught up with her halfway down the corridor."It was his, rolling-," Angela said, her eyes wild. "Not a ball - something smaller. Shiny."She reached Beeman's little living area, cordoned off with yellow tape now. The outline of hisbody chalked on the floor."He's watching him die," she said, as if she were seeing it now. "Like eating. A kind offeeding. Good. Full. So good..."She looked around, sensing something. Constantine almost picked it up too - but he let herhave her head. She had let her talent out of the bag, and it needed freedom to blossom.She was staring at the catch trough where the bowling balls would be caught up after strikingthe pins. She reached down, plucked up a coin. A gold coin. Moving it dreamily, now, acrossthe tops of her fingers in a familiar motion.Constantine stared at the cold coin. "Balthazar," he said.--He'd found some dry clothes for her. One of his old button-up shirts, some jeans that more orless fit. Now Angela watched as Constantine took the Christian relics from a display cabinet inhis apartment.The pure platinum "Flask of Divinity"..."They're all Christian relics? What about Islam and Buddhism? Don't they have anyrelevance?""Sure. But these work for me best because I come from a Christian culture." He held theornate flask up in the sunset light coming through the window. Silver-tinted rose. "Myunderstanding of their significance adds to their power - which is formed by their history in the