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I am a weeping snivelling teary mess, and Lawrence on one side of me and Carl on the other both have laid comforting hands on my shoulders. "Wow", says Sarah, "Your friend is alive? Kenny whose diary you guys were reading back at the retreat centre? That Kenny? That is his name, right? He survived and found his way here, and has lived here all this time. That is just so amazing. And here with Jesus, the Son of God. We are here with him in his house. With Jesus, the son of the Living God. That's so amazing. But what am I going to tell Carol, and who is going to call her because she is going to be so worried. Does this place have cell service?" "I'm afraid not, Sarah", says Francois. "We are his hostages." "Hostages of Jesus. That is just so amazing. We are hostages of Jesus..."