6 Souls Page #2

Hello!

Mommy!

Hello!

Hello!

I missed you so much!

Yay!

Hey, Pop.

Hey, Stevo. This is quite a rig.

Mm-hm.

Hah.

Hey, Grandpa.

There's my angel. How you doing?

Go get your stuff, OK?

OK.

I'll help you.

She have fun?

Uh, she was pretty cranky

till that second beer set in.

You staying for dinner?

No.

Sammy's got school in the morning.

Mm-hm.

You OK? I mean, really OK?

Yeah, I'll be OK.

What are you working on?

Oh, I'm just offlining an industrial.

Oh, great.

You have no idea

what I'm talking about, do you?

No.

No.

OK, here we are.

Did you say thank you

to Uncle Stephen, honey?

Thank you, Uncle Stephen.

Sammy, next time

you bring the beers, OK?

OK.

I gotta tell you, I'm loving these

underage drinking jokes.

Thank you.

Just loving them.

Thank you very much.

Mm-hm. 'Bye!

Goodbye. Get off my property.

- 'Bye.

Don't pull all the way up

into the driveway.

Why?

It'll be too tight for me to get out.

You 'll be able to get out.

No, it's...

Yep.

Thanks, Pop. This is perfect.

Hey, honey, get in the bathtub, OK?

And then we'll have dinner.

OK, Mom!

What's that?

Adam's file. Take a look.

I'll think about it.

I don't seem to have much time

for God nowadays, Doctor.

It seems to work both ways.

Hows about you? Got your faith?

My daughter

lost her husband not too long ago.

He was a good, good man

and he was murdered

for no reason at all.

Murdered?

Mm-hm.

So I find it kind of hard to believe

in a God that could hurt my daughter...

...is Adam there?

I'm sorry,

Dr Harding. I'm the only one here.

Little CC.

Hey, Charlie. You look terrible.

Well, thank you.

A course of antibiotics, I'll be fine.

Alright.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Um, Adam Saber.

I want to know how he came to you

and why you dumped him on my father.

The police found him laying in the street.

He didn't appear intoxicated.

Claimed he wasn't able to walk.

Gave his name as David Bernburg.

By the time I examined him,

he was up on his feet,

calling himself Adam Saber,

said he had no idea

how he got to the hospital.

Well, I thought of

your father immediately.

Well, yeah, sure.

Um, have you ever had a patient

who was colourblind in just one eye?

No. Why?

I was just thinking it might explain...

Never mind.

How's Sammy?

She's great.

Soccer-crazy.

There are tryouts at the school

this Friday. You should come.

I'd like that.

Good.

Um, can I get a copy of his hospital file?

I'll fax it this afternoon.

Thank you.

Take care of yourself, alright?

Yeah.

I will. You take care of that kid.

Yeah. Always.

Um, does Ellie still work in radiology?

Yeah, but she's up

on the third floor now.

Alright. Thanks again.

'Bye.

Is it possible that

when he wrenches his neck,

he's compressing,

decompressing a nerve

and causing some kind

of temporary paralysis?

Look.

This X-ray - the third, the fourth,

the fifth vertebrae...

Fused.

Mmm.

So we're looking at X-rays here

of two different people.

Two different people.

It's a hoax - a guy, the doctor.

The doctor?

Sure.

How well do you know him?

Well, some days, not at all.

Gets under your skin, doesn't he?

These aren't his films. They can't be.

Isn't it possible

that what you 're looking at

is actually what you 're seeing?

No, because this is not possible.

Adam is the real deal.

No.

He is a desperately ill young man,

but he's fully aware of David

and all of David's actions.

David is pure invention

and I'll prove it to you.

You know what? We haven't had

dinner together in over a month.

Well, you 're coming to Easter,

aren't you?

Uh-huh.

Do you want me to bring anything?

Just your delightful self.

That's my girl.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Thank you.

OK, what name?

So, David Bernburg,

Shadywood High School, Shadywood.

Shadywood.

Sorry, Doctor. Scared you a little

right there, huh?

Yeah, a little bit. Yeah.

Listen, uh, I didn't want you to leave

without having a chance

to say thank you.

For what?

For trying to help.

Thanks.

You 're welcome.

Excuse me. I'm looking for yearbooks.

Second aisle down to the back.

But you best be quick.

I'm locking up in 10 minutes.

No, I'll be quick. I promise.

OK.

Are you almost done?

Um, I'll be done in a minute.

Matthew, Mark, Luke and John

Bless the bed that I lay on

Bless me as they lay me down to sleep

I give myself to God to keep

Five little angels round my bed

One to the foot and one to the head

One to sing and one to pray

And one to take my sins away.

Amen.

She doesn't mean it.

Right?

Hello.

Charlie?

Oh, little CC.

You sound terrible.

Listen, listen. Can I bring you anything?

Uh, no. I've got soup.

And, um, that antibiotic's

about to kick in.

I hate to ask, but you never

faxed me Adam Saber's file.

Oh, I'm sorry. Is first thing alright?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

Just get some rest, OK?

I will.

See you soon.

OK. Feel better.

Excuse me.

Do you know the way

to the Quarry House?

I don't know how I got to the hospital.

I have no idea

how I got to bed last night.

You know, I just wake up in my room

and I don't remember nothing.

The nurses

helped you into your bed.

Was I awake?

In a matter of speaking.

Hello?

They're ruined, aren't they?

I... I'm sorry. I knocked at the front door.

I was...

I found them this morning.

They must have been

in water for weeks.

All that music, all that life, all gone.

I think... I think some of it

can be saved, actually.

Well, there's always hope.

Now, who are you?

I'm looking for David Bernburg.

David?

Yeah.

You 're standing on him, aren't you?

Well, it happens around

this time of year -

some local reporter

inevitably stumbles onto

a story in the archives

and tries to resurrect it

as a cautionary tale.

Are you talking about David's accident?

No, my dear.

His murder.

How did his accident happen?

He fell.

Wet leaves on stone steps.

And just like that

his life had to begin again.

But he accepted his fate

with such nobility.

For three years,

David showed the world how brightly

the Holy Spirit shone within him.

But then... David lost his way.

He found a doctor in the city

who was experimenting with spinal

replacement or some such nonsense.

David came to believe

that this practitioner

would one day give him back his legs.

It seemed as if every month,

he'd ride into the city on the bus

with hope in his eyes...

...only to be injected and sliced open

and return broken-hearted.

And then one month he left home

and never returned.

It was one week later

when they found his remains.

He'd... been taken into the woods

and abused.

Tortured.

Can you imagine?

David sitting there, watching,

unable to fight back,

watching as they did those

unspeakable things to him?

I... I cannot. I...

And I pray you never will.

David turned his back on God

and looked to science for his answers.

The Lord told us quite plainly.

"Wane not, thy faith in me."

Hey, Art. I'll have a cup of coffee

and some of that apple pie, huh?

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