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"Where the hell am I?" says a shocked and indignant voice that must belong to Sarah, and here she is, standing in our midst in the oval space at the centre of our arrangement of chairs. She is wearing a faded maroon sweatshirt and her signature black jeans. "Welcome aboard", says Carl laughing. Her face is her classic alchemy of shock and indignaton. "I was just opening the front door to Carol's townhouse and this is where I step into?" "Could do worse", says Jesus, smiling. "Welcome, Sarah." She turns her large brown and querulous eyes on our host and says, "How do you know my name? Who are you, anyway?" "I believe we met first in New Westminster when that unfortunate man meant to ram his truck into Christopher's car while you were in it." "I've never seen you anywhere." "Sarah", says Francois portentously, "I would like to introduce you to our Lord, Jesus Christ."