9:00am
R. H. CEMETARY

Danyael was in the graveyard with Simon. The Chinese angel said, "Simon, it's time. I'm going to go speak with Susan. I must make my presence known."

The red-haired man asked, "And what will I do?"

"Watch after Mark. Follow him. Later on, you must speak with him."

"Should I ask him if he believes?"

"Yes. But speak to him when he's alone."

"Alright." Simon walked by the well and perched on it.


9:12am
EVANS' HOUSE

Susan sat at the dining room table, drinking her morning coffee.

Mark was eating a snack for breakfast.

Susan said, "We're really glad you're here, Mark."

Before the boy could answer, Henry yelled from outside, "Hey Mark!
Come on, let's go!!"

Mark looked at Susan.

She nodded towards the window. She smiled. "See you at lunch."

Mark got up and started to take off. "Thanks."

Susan looked out her window. She noticed the boys passing a
football, as they headed to the tree-house. She had another sip from
her drink.

Then, there was a knock at the door.

Susan got up to answer it.

It was a Chinese man dressed in light-colored clothes, with a brown coat. "Hi..Susan Evans?"

"Yes, that's me. What do you want?"

"I'm...I work with people. I take care of problems, I know a few
people in the hospital."

"Oh. You know Alice Davenport?"

"Yes. I was in the neighborhood. I'm also looking for some property. I like how this house is on the end of the landscape, facing the sea. Can I come in?"

"Sure. I'll show you the main rooms, so you'll get an idea for what you're looking for." She stepped aside.

"Oh, by the way..I'm Danyael." He walked in.

She closed the door. She saw the scar on his neck. Just like the ones in that book. "That mark. Where'd you get it?"

"Something I got when I was young. Long time ago."

She nodded. She chose to let the subject pass. "So, you know about
Mark?"

"Yes." They walked by the piano.

"He's going to see Alice soon. He's been having a hard time.."

"Most do. It happens when a tragedy occurs."

"That's right. You try to face it..you get by. But you'll always
remember."

He pointed to a picture of a baby. "You speak from experience?
About Richard. I heard of it from the doctors. Sorry. It must be
difficult."

"Uh, yes." She felt a tear in her eye. "He drowned in shallow water in the tub. I don't know HOW, that's what is unusual. How can a baby drown in that much water? But I face it every time I go to that cliff."

"I've seen it. Very beautiful. Creation is always astounding."

"Yes. I stand there, looking out to the water and open sky.."

"And you treasure that memory of when he was here."

"Y-yes. Yes..I do."

"In spite of calamity, there is hope. And love. When everything is in turmoil, a person must find a center, a place of calmness, where they find peace and tranquility. You have found it at the cliff, when you gaze out at our Creator's scenery. Of all worlds, this is the best."

Susan wiped her eye and looked down at the picture.

"There is always a truth hidden underneath perception. One day, you will find it in the midst of despair. Sometimes the truth can be very painful, but it is truth. We must face that when it comes, so we can move on to our destiny. When this happens..when you learn the
truth..you must remember that there will always be hope. No matter
what the outcome." He whispered, "Don't be afraid."

Susan didn't catch that. "Huh? What?"

"You will find your peace. Be well." He sympathetically put his hand on hers. "Don't be afraid.." He kissed his first two fingers and waved it in her direction. "Peace be unto you, Susan." Then, he walked out through the sliding glass door, to the patio. He continued to walk, making his way back to the lighthouse.

Inside the house, Susan put the picture back. Everything was silent. "Strange. That man was peculiar..yet interesting. Because he doesn't sound like one of those cult members. He's *right*." She suddenly felt peace, like she was at the cliff. The feeling started when the man touched her in sympathy. She was calm, yet she didn't know why. It was like an assurance that there was a reason to all things, that things will turn out for the best..she felt as if she KNEW this, more so than thinking it.. She went over to the couch and sat down.