Jesus stands a bit aside and watches Judas and Olivia thoughtfully. He frowns and tries to remember the reason for the argument he had with Judas. It was nothing, only arguing over the right name. And yet if felt like a decision about life and death. He shakes his head and sighs. But it has always been this way, Judas always has been able to drive him mad, with a word, a glance, a smirk.

„Jesus!" Someone tips onto Jesus shoulder and he swings startled around to see Simon`s blue eyes.

„What is it, Simon?" he asks, his friendly and calm self again. After all he has a role to play, and since everyone thinks of the messiah as a living icon of peace, understanding and love he`s only too willing to fulfil this expectation.

„Well, Jesus, I have to talk to you." Simon kneads his hands, his blue eyes wandering everywhere but to Jesus` face. He obviously has no idea how to say what`s on his mind, what`s a rather unusual experience, for firstly he never has been the shy and quiet type and secondly Jesus can`t recall a time when Simon used his brain.

„Come on," he sighs impatiently. „We don`t have all day." He looks nervously over to Judas and Olivia, who`ve become absorbed in a chat again. „What`s wrong, Simon?"

Simon starts circling round Jesus like a tiger in a cage, stops before him, runs his hands through his spikey hair and suddenly bursts out: „Jesus, I don`t want to stay in heaven."

Jesus, who has been busy to watch Judas and Olivia, frowns and swings round to look at Simon carefully. „What do you mean?" His blue eyes are full of surprise. „You don`t like it in heaven?" He smiles warmly. „Isn`t it everybody`s goal to come here?"

Simon swallows. „It`s not that I have anything against heaven. Don`t get me wrong! It`s a nice and calm place to live." He sighs from deep down his chest. „I`m bored. It`s too peaceful."

Jesus looks at him questioningly. „You can`t be serious. Too peaceful?"

„Yes." Simon nodds vehemently, and his hair wips up and down, reminding Jesus of the spears that once have been directed on him and carefully steps backwards.

„Jesus, I`ve always been a fighter." Simon explains and his blue eyes beam with excitement and enthusiasm. „I need something to fight for or fight against, whatever. I need something to keep my blood race through my veins, and heaven just isn`t the right place for me."

Jesus shakes his head and smiles sadly. „Haven`t you learned anything, Simon?" he asks quietly and touches lightly Simons hair fighting the fear he could hurt his fingers. „Peace is the goal, and you have peace here."

„I`m not a man of peace, I never have been and never will."

„If you say you need to fight why don`t you fight against some of the angels, they are always in mood for a little game."

Simon turns his head in embarrassment. „Well, I think they won`t be too eager to play, not after this little incident with Michael. But it wasn`t my fault. I told him to keep his wings BEHIND His back." He adds apologizing.

Jesus shakes his head looking sternly at Simon. „What happened?"

„You really didn`t hear about it? Even in hell we had a good laugh." Judas strolls closer. „Michael put an apple onto his head and Simon said he would be able to shoot it down without harming Michael`s head." Judas smirks cheekily. „Well, he didn`t hurt Michael`s head, but let`s put it this way: Michael won`t be able to fly around like a young chick the next time." His dark eyes sparkle amused.

Jesus stares with open mouth at him. „He shot at Michael`s head?" he repeats disbelievingly.

„Not at his head." Simon tries to defend himself, his blue eyes looking guilty. „At the apple."

Jesus turns round and directs flashing blue eyes at the spikey haired disciple, the only one who could make as much trouble as the dark haired one, even though they were so different from each other. „Who on earth, and above," he shouts. „would ever think of such a nunsense?" he pierces Simon with a not particular understanding and loving look.

„Schiller." Olivia mumbles from behind.

„What?!" Jesus looks at her confused.

Olivia steps nearer and smiles. „Friedrich Schiller, he was a German author and wrote a drama „Wilhelm Tell" with exactly this scene." She can`t supress a grin. „Myriads of parents have told their children to NOT repeat this scene. Obviously Simon has been impressed by the book." She beams at Simon.

„That means he would have read it." Judas smirks ironically. „And I`m not sure he`s capable of that."

Simon swings round and jumps on Judas, who slowly steps aside, so Simon tumbles and falls to the ground. Judas looks down at him „Oh Simon, sorry, I didn`t see you." His voice is baptised in irony. „Are you hurt? I hope you haven`t broken a spike."

Simon throws a short contemptous look at Judas and pulls himself up, mumbling and murmuring. He approaches Jesus. „So what is it, Jesus? If we have finished this, can I go back to earth?"

Jesus bites his upper lip, thinks a few moments and shakes his head. „No, I don`t think you can. Don`t forget you`re redeemed."

„Bloody shit!" Simon rages uncontrolled. „What`s with Mary? Why was she allowed to go to earth? This is not fair." He stamps his foot into the ground, his blue eyes filling with tears of anger.

„You know very well, dear Simon," Judas sais sweetly. „That it wasn`t Mary`s idea to be sent down again. You heard the Holy Spirit. It was a mistake. Besides they obviously only send those down on earth who don`t want to go there." He pats Simon`s back encouraging, his eyes gleaming mischouvisly. „Seems you don`t deserve this punishment."

Simon tears himself apart from Judas and snorts. „I will get there." He whispers under his breath. „Someday, somehow."