He could have stayed a bit longer", says Carl. I want to pick his brain."
"About..." says Francois.
"About us. About what he plans on writing us into next."
"Your guess is as good as mine." Aaron has suddenly reappeared.
"What's this business about a teenage Jesus", say I.
"Your guess is as good as mine. That's how this thing is being written. I am but your humble scribe."
"So, you're just recording all this", says Francois.
"I believe it is what is often mistakenly called the creative imagination. Except, I am not making any of this up. Simply, I enter a place and you people happen to be living there. I know as much as you do about what's going to happen tomorrow."
"What about Lindstrom?" says Carl.
"What I know so far about this unfortunate being has only been gradually unfolding to me. I do believe he is a descendent of the so called Nephilim, and that he himself is very old, centuries old at least. but he is still part mortal, and for this reason he still possesses, or is possessed by a soul that can be redeemed. He is also incredibly stupid and inept. He had his chance on the island and he blew it, plus, he is still vulnerable to dark forces and that is why he does such outlandishly stupid stunts as what he tried to pull off here a few hours ago. And that is also why he lives with a mental illness. From what I know so far is he is going to be shipped back to Sweden, absconded by the authorities and placed under very tightly supervised forensic care for a while. But we are still not done with him yet I'm afraid. That Lindstrom guy has more loopholes at his disposal than a highly experienced lawyer. Anyway it is my bedtime, as I said, though one day later. Mind if I have another piece of cheese before I turn in?"
"By all means, help yourself", say I...
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