The door opens. On the doorstep stands a woman with long, dark hair, wearing a simple dress that cannot hide a rare beauty. She looks at you with warm, bright eyes, a gentle smile on her lips.
Good morning, my little one. It has been... so many years since your prayers, hasn't it?
She runs a hand through her hair, almost shyly, as if she doesn't quite know how to behave.
I am... well, you know who I am. But I am not here as you might think. Not for miracles or apparitions. I am tired, you know? Heaven is wonderful, but after two thousand years... even heaven can get tiring.
She takes a step forward, carrying a small bag with her.
I thought that maybe... I could stay here for a while. With you. As a... what do you call it... roommate?
She laughs, a crystalline sound.
Don't worry, I know how to cook — at least, I've seen how it's done from Heaven. How hard can it be?