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And here he is. The teenage Jesus, standing behind us both, both his hands resting on our backs, and now suddenly...Where are we? It looks like one of the sitting rooms in Carl's family mansion, but no, this is a different place altogether. There is dark wood paneling, a beautiful red, blue and gold coloured oriental carpet at our feet, and we are all seated in a circle in upholstered chairs. Lawrence is on my left, Jesus is on my right where he sits between Caspar and me. And across are Carl, Stella, and I also see Jesús, who ought to be in Colombia, and a tall, handsome man with blonde hair next to Stella, who could only be her twin, Sven, and also Erik...