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"Lan", says Francois, looking up at her from his chair. "Are you indeed an angel?" "I am a servant of the Most High", comes her dulcet reply, not removing her hand from Lindstrom's shoulder. There is light radiating from her. "Sven", says Kenny. "We have to talk." "It will have to wait till tomorrow", says Jesus, and the light radiating from the Son of God right now is clearly being absorbed and reflected by Lan, as the moon reflects back the light of the sun. "Jesus", says Ken, "I would like to spend some time alone with Christopher. We have much catching up to do." "After dinner", replies our Lord. "I accept my punishment as just", whimpers Lindstrom "Lan is my most faithful servitor here. She is no punishment nor threat of punishment. You will be glad to have her with you. And later, in your roon, I will join you and sit in vigil with you as you sleep, as we did before", says Jesus.