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“You mean he walked though the wall?” asked Beth.

“Not the wall, the Door!” answered Yolanda.

“The door nobody else can see?” quipped Rick dryly.

“Guys”, said Courtney, ” I know it sounds weird but we’ve seen lots of weird, right Pat.”

Pat grinned, as did the others, “That’s true Court, but what matters is…”,

Before another word was spoken Sir Justin strode into the room a wide smile on his face, “Ah friends!”

Rick stared dumbfounded. “He walked though the wall.”

“The door, You still don’t see it? asked Yolanda, ” Any of you?”

“Ah lass” answered Justin “BELIEVING is seeing!”

Previously: Reunited twice.

“Justin, the cot’s yours” said Pat, “Stay as long as you want.”

“Many thanks friend Stripsey” For I’ve been sorely troubled.”

Pat & the others left. Yolanda trailing the rest caught the The Shining Knight eye as he sat sword in hand. “Tis good to be among friends…” he began then abruptly stopped “The door!” he cried pointing at the wall.

Wildcat gasped. “You see the door?” she exclaimed!

“See it, I’d know it anywhere” said Justin. He rose & boldly strode though.

As it closed behind him she heard a familiar voice “Welcome Sir Knight, you’ve come to confess?”

Previously: Mercy on Request, Next: Eyes but do not see.

“I’ve never saw that anyone like that with the JSA” said Pat.

“When I left the room I was suddenly in bed, could I have dreamed it?” asked Yolanda

“The main thing is you’re OK” said Courtney, “We’ll watch for him.”

“Thanks Court…”, she began then pointed at the wall in disbelief. “The Door!”

“What door?” answered Pat seeing but a wall.

“You don’t see it?”

“There’s nothing there” answered Courtney.

Wildcat nodded but understood. She had not imagined The Stranger or Fr. Anastasius & knew that he was right about God’s mercy & where she could find him again.

Previously: A confusing price, Next Reunited twice.

The monastic cell door creaked as the white gloved hand opened it. Yolanda saw a hooded figure kneeling in prayer before an image of the Divine Mercy, As they entered a voice ancient & weak seeped from his cowl.

“Has the angel of death finally remembered me? I am ready”

“I bring not death friend Anastasius” replied the stranger, “but a penitent seeking absolution.”

The priest turned smiling melting away years, his eyes alight: “It has been many decades since I’ve confessed a hero.” Yolanda watched awestruck as new life seemed to gush into the holy venerable face. “Come child.”


Previously, the answer. Next, a confusing price.