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9—A Child is Born Part 2

July 28, 10:11pm

Goliath stood by the door of the medical ward's room, watching the scene before him in horror. He watched as three nurses hovered around Elisa, attempting to recover her vital signs to no avail. After the second time the nurses used the paddles on her, causing the lifeless body to levitate a foot off of the bed, Goliath, with the tears falling freely at this time, felt that he couldn't just stand by and do nothing. He grabbed the communicator around his neck and cried, "Brooklyn! Hudson! Anyone! Get Puck! Pl—" Puck appeared instantly, along with one year old Alexander Xanatos, in front of Goliath before he could even finish his sentence. Puck's usual mirth was replaced by concern. Even Alexander, who hovered off the ground like Puck was looking scared, but ready to do something to help. Before Goliath even had time to explain the situation, Puck looked at Alex and nodded.

"Remember what I told you, kid."

Alexander hovered over to the nurses working on Elisa, who immediately stopped as they saw the child floating at their eye level. One even yelped out in surprise.

"Ladies, give him one moment with Elisa. Please step back. We'll need you shortly." Puck said, almost in the same tone of voice that Owen would use on his subordinates. Alex, now unhindered by the nurses, floated over to Elisa, looked down at her with a determined look that was probably not possible with any other year old toddler, and extended his hands. He opened his mouth to chant something, but the voice that came from this child wasn't his own; it sounded aged, experienced. It was the magic speaking, Goliath knew.

"Something evil has been done, something kills this lov-ed one, show us now what caused this pain, so that it may never happen again…" Alex chanted. Instantly, a cloud appeared over Elisa's still form, and what looked like a scene from a movie came on in the midst of this cloud. Dr. Alban's worn hands appeared in this cloud, holding a syringe, and then placing the tip of the syringe to the IV drip connected to Elisa's hand. Goliath's jaw dropped. It had been that 'pain killer' that Dr. Alban had administered just ten minutes earlier that had deprived Goliath of his love, and Adam of his mother. Goliath cursed internally, and vowed that he would take revenge on Dr. Alban if it was the last thing he ever did. But for now, perhaps Puck and Alex could do something. He looked over at Puck.

"Surely you can save her!" He asked desperately. Puck shook his head.

"Alexander can't bring her back to life. He can only rid her body of the poison that stopped her heart." Goliath's eyes blazed white with anger. Puck ignored Goliath's obvious anger and said, "Do what I showed you, Alex." Alexander waved his already extended arms over Elisa's body.

"The poison now within this frame has made this woman weak and lame, so hear me as I command to you, be gone from this body, fair and true!"

As Alex yelled out these words, Elisa's body suddenly levitated horizontally and was encased in a silvery puff of smoke. Her lifeless arms hung loosely at her sides, and her hair flowed behind her head. Her mouth opened wide, and a greyish black smoke that had the appearance of exhaust fumes was expelled from her mouth. The silvery smoke surrounding her began to disappear as she was gently placed back on the bed. As he watched this, Goliath turned to Puck. Puck looked somewhat relieved at his apprentice's good incantation. Goliath wasn't impressed, however.

"What good will this do if her heart is stopped?"

Puck floated away from Goliath's grasp, then to Alexander.

"That's what we need these ladies for!" He motioned to the nurses who were using the difibulator on Elisa only moments earlier. They were huddled in the corner of the room, gasping at what they were witnessing.

"We've done all we can. The rest is up to you, ladies." Puck waved a finger at the difibulator machine. "Go to it!" He exclaimed, causing the nurses to jolt out of their state of awe after watching a one-year-old baby chant something that caused Elisa to rise from the bed and let some strange grey smoke out of her mouth. They rushed to her side and resumed using the cardiac difibulator machine. The younger looking nurse put the jelly on the paddles, while one of the other nurses moved Elisa's shirt again to expose her chest, which was where the machine needed to make contact. The younger nurse positioned the paddles again and yelled, "CLEAR!" and directed the paddles onto Elisa's waiting chest. She was again raised from the bed for a few seconds, and then crashed down again. The older looking nurse looked over at the display which still showed a flat line.

"Again!" She called.

Again, the process was done, and again no pulse could be relocated. Goliath's tears were uncontrollable now. The greatest warrior on earth, and there was no controlling his emotions at this point. He wrenched his hands together, never letting his eyes leave the action going on around Elisa for a second. After all that Puck had just done, she was still going to be lost to him and to everyone that loved her. He felt like screaming and breaking something, but knew that it would be completely inappropriate at such a time. After the second attempt at restarting her heart had failed, the older nurse looked over at the two younger ones. With a sorrowful face, she said, "One more time, then we have to call it in." Goliath shook his head, watching all hope fade away just by seeing the mournful faces on the nurses. Tears were not enough to express what he felt at this moment. He saw his future with his love slipping into oblivion. Flashes of their first kiss, their first dance, their first embrace danced in his mind and he could do nothing but watch them and mourn.

As the nurses tried their final attempt, the eldest nurse was about to note the time on a clipboard when a faint beeping sound was audible from somewhere in the room. All three nurses, Alexander, Puck and Goliath turned to the heart monitor Elisa was hooked up to and saw a line moving forward and then climbing up, and then descending again. Elisa's heart had started to beat again. Goliath was in disbelief. He turned to the eldest nurse, who apparently was in disbelief as well, and asked, "What does this mean?" She smiled sympathetically and replied, "She's back." The other nurses looked about as relieved as the older one looked.

"I don't know what the hell just happened here, but she's back, and she was only out for a few minutes. She should suffer no brain damage." The other nurses smiled, and the youngest one even let a tear slip from her small eyes. Goliath looked incredulously at Elisa's face, which already looked more coloured than it did only moments before. He was about to walk to her and grasp her hand when he was distracted by a flash of light that was Puck reconfiguring himself into Owen Burnett. He stood where Puck was hovering, and held a sleepy-looking Alexander in his arms.

"Goliath, I must tell you that I saw Dr. Alban get into a black limousine with Adam Maza, and then driving off. It was caught on our surveillance cameras. A moment or two later, the vehicle stopped, and Dr. Alban was thrown out. I suggest you get down to shipping area B now. I will inform the others of your whereabouts. There will be time for explanations later." He stated in his typical Owen Burnett style—as if nothing incredibly stressful or dangerous had just happened in this room. Goliath nodded, and dashed out of the room towards the shipping area B.

Goliath reached the door leading to the outer shipping area after the others had already gotten there. Amid the various boxes and crates, Goliath made out the figure of Hudson bending over something, and the others crowding around them. Goliath ran towards them. As he approached, he saw Dr. Alban covered in his own blood, and his head being held by Hudson.

"What is going on here!" Goliath bellowed.

"Lad, Goliath is here now. What did'ye want to tell him?" Hudson asked the doctor in a quiet voice. Dr. Alban struggled to raise his head slightly higher to see Goliath's angry face. Goliath crouched to the floor where the doctor was expiring before their eyes. Angela and Broadway were holding each other, Lexington was shaking his head, and Brooklyn wore a terrible scowl on his face.

"What is it, Doctor? Do you need to tell me why you nearly killed Elisa tonight?" Goliath asked bitterly, feeling happy that Dr. Alban had been shot and that the wound looked mortal. The entire clan gasped at this news. Apparently, there was no time for Owen to mention that part of the equation to them: only that they were needed at the shipping area. The doctor's face showed remorse.

"She survived? Dear God, it's a miracle!" He cried out in great relief. He hadn't killed Elisa after all. Despite his relief, he was unable to look Goliath or any other gargoyle surrounding him in the eye. He felt total shame for his actions, and couldn't blame them for the looks of hate that were emitted from the others.

"Yes, she lives." Gasps followed those of shock seconds before. "But why did you do it? And where is Adam?" He asked, lowering his face to force Dr. Alban to look him in the eye. He did, reluctantly.

"Dominic Dracon blackmailed me and made me kidnap his grandson for him. He also made me administer the poison that should have killed Elisa. I'm so very sorry, Goliath. I should have never done it, even if he'd kill me and my family. I can die knowing that Elisa is safe…"

"Dominic Dracon? I thought he was in prison for all that he did to Matt and Elisa during our Silver Falcon case!" Broadway interjected.

"He broke out right before Elisa was kidnapped." Dr. Alban said and then nearly passed out at this moment, but Goliath shook him by his lab coat. "I tried to stall things, Goliath. I assure you that I did." Dr. Alban pleaded as he looked at Goliath with eyes rich with guilt. "The baby was born early in the afternoon. If Dracon had had his way, he'd already be long gone by now. I only told him that Elisa had her child about two hours ago, after I knew that you all were awake. Please save her child, Goliath." He began to sob, sensing the end of his life coming upon swift wings.

"Where are they!" Brooklyn rumbled in a threatening way, and leaning towards Dr. Alban.

"Dracon wants to take the baby to Lisbon, Portugal." He replied quietly. His tone was now becoming quieter, calmer, and less pleading. "He said he has a compound there, like the one Tony had…they were on their way to the airfield upstate when he…" Dr. Alban struggled to breathe briefly. "…he shot me and threw me out…At least I can die knowing Elisa is safe…" He suddenly had a serene look on his face. Goliath recognized these words to be his last. He released his lab coat, and rose from his position. Hudson lowered Dr. Alban's head to the ground and shook his head. The clan looked towards their leader, who had definite signs on his face that he had been through the proverbial ringer this evening, and it wasn't over yet.

"Father, what are we to do?" Angela asked emotionally. Goliath looked over the clan.

"Angela, please stay with Elisa. When she awakens, you must tell her what has happened. The rest of us will go to the airfield. We must stop Dracon's plans before they come to fruition. Come!" He immediately began to scale the wall. He was instantly followed by the other members of the clan. Angela went through the door, hurrying as fast as she could to get to Elisa's room.

Elisa's room, 11:02pm

The beeping was now a rhythmic and healthy-sounding beep. Elisa was stable, and almost conscious. Angela reached her room, and pulled the chair closer to her bedside. She watched as Elisa's stomach, now significantly reduced in size, rose and fell with each breath. Angela smiled slightly, thankful that Elisa was breathing on her own, and that she was stable. Elisa's face wore a calm and tranquil look.

"Oh, Elisa, if you only knew…" Angela thought aloud, causing Elisa to drift out of her unconscious state.

"Hmmm….?" Elisa murmured, shifting slightly in the bed under the covers and shaking her head momentarily. Her eyes opened slowly. She was expecting to see Goliath beside her, but instead, she saw his sweet and compassionate daughter in his place. The last Elisa remembered was Goliath sitting where Angela now sat, telling her about what they would do together with Adam once she was ready to be released.

"Um, what's going on? Where's Goliath?" Elisa questioned, narrowing her eyes at Angela. She looked uncomfortable with the question but knew it had to be answered. She had a right to know where the two favourite men in her life were.

"Elisa, first, promise me you'll be calm when I tell you this…" Angela stated cautiously. Elisa nodded, but squinted in suspicion.

"Goliath and the clan are searching for Adam. Dr. Alban kidnapped him."

"WHAT!" Elisa screamed, causing Angela to jump from her seat. "What do you mean? Oh my God." Elisa instantly became emotional, and the tears began to form in her eyes. Angela tried to soothe her. She put on taloned hand on her wrist.

"Elisa, please relax. Father has gone to find him. Dominic Dracon has him…" Angela couldn't finish her thought, because Elisa began sobbing mournfully. Angela thought this was completely out of character for Elisa, who never showed any signs of emotion to anyone, save Goliath, but this nature of hers obviously changed when she gave birth to Adam. Logical characterizations and assumptions will have to be thrown out the window from now on, Angela thought.

"D-Dominic D-D-Dracon? He's out of jail? Oh God, I'll never see my son again…" Elisa moaned. Angela patted her hand sympathetically.

"Don't say that, Elisa. Goliath and the others are going to the airfield to get him back. We have to stay strong. That's why I am here. Please try to relax." Elisa tried to rise from her laying position on the hospital-style bed, but Angela placed a concerned hand on her shoulders. Elisa shot her a heated look.

"How can I relax, exactly, Angela? My son is in the hands of a criminal, and if they are allowed to take off, I'll never know where they have gone…" Elisa shot at her, with bitterness dripping off her tone.

"Well, Dr. Alban told us that Dominic is planning on taking Adam to Portugal…" The mention of that country sent chills down Elisa's entire being. Just remembering what was done to her while upon that soil made her cringe. She tightly closed her eyes.

"…oh God…my baby…" Elisa stated. Angela's normally calm face showed signs of torment. She had no words to soothe Elisa. Everything she said was causing Elisa to retreat deeper within herself. Angela decided only to hold Elisa's hand and await further instructions from Goliath over the communicator. Perhaps when he had good news, it would snap Elisa out of this trance-like state she was in.
They sat in silence, save for the occasional sobs Elisa let slip from her otherwise silent mouth.

11:45pm

As the clan soared through the summer sky, all of them were silent, though they all wanted to ask a thousand questions of Goliath about Elisa's condition. Broadway was the first to attempt to get a word out of Goliath. He cleared his throat and began probing for information from his soon-to-be father-in-law of sorts.

"Goliath, what happened to Elisa?" This caused Brooklyn to gain some confidence and chime in.

"Yea, Goliath. Tell us. What did he do?"

Goliath turned his head mid flight towards his clan, who soared to his right, sighed heavily, and began.

"He poisoned her. Her heart stopped beating for what felt like a millennium. I called for someone on the communicator but…"

"Aye, lad, I heard the communicator buzzing 'bout something, but before I could reach it, it had already stopped." Hudson confirmed.

"Yes, well, Puck appeared suddenly. He had seen the doctor loading Adam into the vehicle and drive off. He then got Alex and appeared before I could even call his name." Goliath shook his head. "If Puck had not appeared…"

"So, does that mean her wish from Puck is used?" Lexington asked curiously.

"No, she uttered no words, and I was the one who summoned him to come. The wish remains in tact." Goliath added.

As they glided over an empty field, they saw blinking lights below, as well as a small building which was maybe only 3 floors tall. It looked dilapidated and ready to collapse.

"A runway! This must be it!" Broadway exclaimed, pointing at the lights beneath them.

"How do you know?" Lexington asked, confused.

"It looks exactly like the runways in the movies." Broadway replied. Goliath agreed.

"Aye, and look down there! The black limousine Owen told me of. That must be Dominic!" He almost yelled. "Now, everyone remember, if you see Adam, make sure he is not harmed, but get him to safety." Goliath commanded. His tone was stern, nearly unforgiving, but the clan knew that just came from being concerned about Elisa and her son. Their formation broke and the clan scattered in all directions. Goliath made a bee-line towards the limousine.

A frail looking Dominic Dracon sat in his limousine as it slowed down and then stopped on the runway, just steps away from his private jet. The runway was illuminated only by a couple of high light poles, which emitted putrid-seeming yellow light. He had arranged to come to this particular airfield so as not to be noticed while taking the child away. The light was just enough to see a few metres in front of the limousine—perfect visibility in Dominic's mind.

In his arms, he held a small 6 pound, 3 ounce newborn child. The child was fast asleep, a common activity for newborns, in Dominic's arms. Every so often, Dominic looked down at his grandson's face to see if there were any resemblances to Tony. The child's hair was black almost to the point of being midnight blue, and his skin tone was darker than Tony's had been. Much to his displeasure, there were no common features that he could see offhand, but Dominic convinced himself that this would change over time. Just then, the intercom went off. The driver of the limousine was calling Dominic.

"Sir, we have a problem."

He sighed.

"What is it!" Dominic replied, annoyed.

"Um, those creatures you told me about…"

Dominic looked out the tinted window and could make out at least 5 winged gargoyles charging the limousine from the sky.

"Blast those infernal creatures! Call in our backup! We must be able to take off!"

"Right away, Sir."

On his lap, the baby was stirring. Dominic began rocking him, but then the child screamed in the newborn fashion. Dominic continued rocking him back and forth, gently but with more effort, to try to silence the child. These creatures, he told himself, were here to take the child away, and if the child continues to scream, they'll know to attack this car…

The baby's cries could be heard clearly by all the members of the clan. All of them immediately zoomed towards the limousine. Each landing beside the limousine, they began to claw at the windows and doors in the faint light surrounding them. With each passing second of Adam's screams becoming louder, they clawed with more ferocity.

"Dominic! You must release Elisa's child! Do it now, otherwise, suffer our vengeance!" A powerful voice threatened from outside of the vehicle, with only inches of bullet-proof metal separating them.

Too late, Dominic thought. They know the child is in here…oh well…better take them out before we take off. Damn that turncoat, Alban. He shouldn't have voiced his disapproval of my plan. He probably led these monsters straight to us. No matter. Anthony sr.'s whore is dead, and my grandson, fidgety as he is, is where he belongs—with me.

Within the limousine, Dominic was becoming impatient, both with the child, and with these gargoyles destroying the exterior of his car. Also, the backup was late.

"What do I pay you for! Get out there and deal with them!" He called out to the driver of the limousine.

"But…uh…sir, I would be outnumbered 6 to 1, and those things are far bigger than I am! Plus, uh…I can't see shit in this darkness!" The driver called back. Dominic pressed a button, which caused the window separating the driver and himself to lower. He then threw the driver a nickel plated Taurus 9mm.

"Use your imagination, young man! Now go!" The driver caught the weapon in the air, looked at it briefly, then nodded. He silently counted to three, then burst out of the car. Gunshots bellowed in the air, making Dominic very happy.

As this man came out shooting, he managed to miss all the members of the clan entirely because of the sheer lack of visibility, except for grazing Lexington's shoulder. After witnessing this, even while trying to flee from the spray of bullets, Brooklyn charged at the gunman and tackled him to the ground, causing him to lose hold of the gun and skid it across the gravel beneath them. Once Brooklyn had a fair grasp on the gunman, he looked back at Lexington. "You alright, Lex?"

"Yeah, just a nick. Nothing big. Thanks." Lexington replied, pressing his hands to his shoulder wound. Meanwhile, the others were still clawing at the limousine, as Adam hadn't yet stopped crying.

"This damn limo must be bullet proof and everything-else-proof too!" Broadway mused.

Just then, the sounds of laser weaponry being fired were heard behind them. They once again scattered in search of shelter from the lasers. Goliath, Hudson and Lexington scaled a wall as quickly as possible, gained a wind current and glided out of the sight of the laser-toting goons, while Brooklyn, Broadway and Bronx charged at the gunmen at full speed. They reached the goons in time to knock a few on their backs. There were nearly 20 armed men rushing from the four other cars that had just parked metres away. Brooklyn, Broadway and Bronx didn't very much like those odds, so they made a run for it. They ran towards the dilapidated building, with the hopes that they would have time to scale it and gain the power of attack from the skies than from the ground. Bronx ran into the building first, followed by Broadway and Brooklyn. Once inside, they noted that nothing was inside this room; only cupboards and wall fixtures remained. Broadway motioned to Bronx to follow him deeper into the room.

"Homey. Very homey." Brooklyn said sarcastically.

"As long as we're in here, we can attack them on our own terms." Broadway replied.

12:26am

The moon was no where to be seen. Angela looked out the window in Elisa's medical ward room, wondering what was happening with her clan. She was tempted to use the communicator and call Goliath, but she worried that she might be a distraction. Right now, Goliath needed all the concentration in the world. Angela turned back to Elisa, who was staring up at the ceiling with tears falling from her eyes every few minutes. She had stopped crying now, and was seemingly lost in thought, or fascinated by something on the ceiling. Angela knew that Elisa's thoughts were on her son. Sighing, Angela took Elisa's hand again. Elisa jumped in surprise. She had forgotten Angela was in the room. Elisa wiped away the last tears her eyes had shed and looked at Angela.

"Oh, Angela. I'm sorry…I'm just…"

Angela shook her head. "It's alright, Elisa. You seemed far away just now." Elisa looked almost embarrassed by her escape into her thoughts.

"I was. I was thinking about Adam. I didn't really get a good look at him before…the doctor took him away. I wonder if he'll look like Tony at all…"

"As much as I hate the thought of that even happening, you will get a chance to see for yourself. Father and the others will bring him home. I know it." Angela promised, keeping an optimistic sound to her voice. She was about to say something else inspiring when the communicator buzzed. She and Elisa both looked down to the small circular disc in Angela's hand. The earpiece in Angela's ear would only allow her to hear whoever it was buzzing, so Elisa just watched as Angela touched the communicator to turn it on, and waited for Angela to relay the information given.

"Father?" Angela asked hopefully. It was, in fact, Goliath.

"Angela, how is Elisa?" Angela met Elisa's gaze and smiled ever so slightly.

"She's fine. She's awake. Would you like to speak to her?"

"Most definitely, yes. Thank you, daughter." With that, Angela pulled the earpiece out and handed it to Elisa.

"He wants to talk to you, Elisa." She smiled. Elisa numbly took the earpiece and placed it in her left ear. She then took the circular disc from Angela's grasp into which she would speak.

"Goliath?" A weak voice asked.

"My love, how are you feeling?"

"Alright." It was all she could say. Goliath waited for her to continue. When she didn't, he said, "We have surrounded Dominic Dracon's limousine. Adam is inside of it. It will not be long until we have returned your son to you, Elisa." He said this confidently with the hopes that his confidence would inspire a positive feeling within Elisa. It succeeded. Angela watched as her eyes opened wider than they had been, and she even heard Elisa's breathing become more energetic.

"Goliath, please be careful…but for God's sake, bring my son back!" She said, again breaking down to tears.

On the other end of the communicator, Goliath could hear Elisa's sobs. Each one broke his heart, the sounds of her sorrow causing his anger and frustration to mount to unbelievable heights. His eyes glowed white with fury, then softened again when he heard Elisa calling to him.

"Goliath? Are you there?" She asked between residual sobs.

"Yes, my love, I am here. I swear to you that I will bring Adam back to you. Upon my love for you, I swear." He heard a sigh, possibly of comfort, and then he heard the rustling of tissue paper. She was wiping her eyes.

"Be careful out there, Big Guy." The non-catatonic Elisa had returned.

"I will. Rest now, angel. You need to regain your strength. I will check back with you in a while."

"I love you, Goliath." She whispered, almost in the hopes of being inaudible to his daughter. Angela, however, had heard it, and was smiling happily at Elisa.

"And I, you, Elisa. I just—watch out!" Goliath screamed to someone. Elisa sat up straight in the bed.

"Goliath! What happened? Goliath!" Elisa screamed.

A minute earlier…

Dominic Dracon grabbed his cellular phone and dialled a number.

"Fire the lasers into that building over there. There are three of them in there, and if you haven't noticed, it's about ready to collapse anyways. Once that's done, we can take off. The other three seem occupied with my men. Hurry!"

Brooklyn, Bronx and Broadway walked around the rickety building, hoping to see something that would aid them in their attack. Brooklyn looked out through a small window overlooking the private jet before them. He could clearly make out the figures of some armed goons approaching. All were carrying large laser weapons, though he couldn't make out exactly what kind they were in the faint light. He motioned for the others to take a look.

"They are coming here. Wait! They are firing…What do they think they're doing?" Brooklyn pointed at the approaching goons. Broadway shrugged, listening to the lasers hitting the sides of the building, damaging the bricks and causing the structure to become even more unstable than before.

"I don't know, but I think we need to get out of this closed space. We're sitting ducks here." The three scrambled around until a large blast was heard, and then the smashing of brick and glass could be heard all around them. The building collapsed on itself, burying all three gargoyles within it.

A large puff of smoke and dust stirred up as the structure collapsed. The debris from the fallen building sprayed all over, causing the men to shield their eyes from it. After the dust had settled, the goons waved their guns, quite pleased with themselves. As they celebrated their success, a few thugs were broadsided by a very large and very angry purple gargoyle, while a green one and a tanned-skinned one took care of the others. As they fought, Lexington saw the rubble from the building beginning to move. Broadway's hand could be seen pushing away brick and glass to get out. Soon after, Bronx was clawing his way out, too. Lexington stopped his battle and ran over to them.

"Thank the dragon you are both alright! But where is Brooklyn?" Broadway looked around him, still trying to shake the dust off of him.

"He's still in there! We have to get him out!" Before they could do that, a few more goons came out of the woodwork, toting the same laser weapons the others had, and opened fire upon all three. They spread out, nearly forgetting that they needed to get Brooklyn out from the rubble.

Goliath dropkicked another goon wearing a black suit, and broke his laser weapon into half by slamming it upon his knee.

"You won't be needing this." He mocked angrily. Suddenly, the sounds of the jet starting up could be heard.

"No!" Goliath yelled, and made a mad dash towards the jet, which was nearly 20 metres away from him.

Dominic Dracon was standing in the small doorway of the plane, holding Adam Maza in his feeble arms, watching the action unfold. The plane turned towards the runway and began picking up speed. Dominic chuckled to himself.

"Soon, Anthony, you will be at home, and you will truly be a Dracon."

To be Concluded...Stay tuned for A Child is Born part 3...

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