Michael gives a quick shake of his head. Wanda's not an angel, so he'd have no way of responding to her prayer in kind. Given the extent of her powers, though, she might not be totally locked out of their telepathic network. It's something to explore at a later date. In the meantime, they have the magic writing.

"Not to you, no. You're not part of the Host. It's a one-way line of communication: send your message, and hope I hear you."

His sense that there is something on the horizon mounts. It's not quite dread, but a related feeling—the sure knowledge that consequences are looming.

"I'd be able to trace your location and join you, if I so chose. Prayers are requests, not orders."