The Prophecy Page #2

with his eyes?

Your man has none.

What, they weren't

in the radiator grill?

No, I mean,

he never had any.

No optical fibers,

no muscle pores, zip.

We did a toxicology

on his blood, you know,

- looking for the usual... coke, booze, sugar.

- What'd you come up with?

High sodium,

elevated erythrocytes,

no floating cholesterol platelets,

trace of ammonia.

- What's so unusual about that?

- Oh, nothing. Nothing.

Actually,

it's pretty common...

for an aborted fetus.

- Fetus?

- We also did a bone section.

It wasn't much trouble; most of them

were sticking out of his chest anyway.

Okay. And?

When a baby grows,

their bones get larger...

by having calcium layers form over the

haversian canals. Are you with me?

- I'm with you.

- This leaves growth rings; everybody's got 'em.

Except our pal here.

Oh.

And this is for you.

He's also a hermaphrodite.

Ohh!

He's got both male

and female sex organs.

- Think of the possibilities.

- Yeah.

He could be impotent and frigid at

the same time. They don't normally work.

We found this

in the lining of his coat.

- It's an old Bible.

- Yeah.

Handwritten.

Beautiful, really.

See this symbol?

Matches a scar on his neck.

Exactly the same.

That's attractive, huh?

Anything else?

There's a velvet

book marker.

- Cute.

- What is it?

Twenty-third chapter of

St. John's Revelations.

And?

There is no

23rd chapter.

Well, maybe this is

the teacher's edition.

- Can I keep this?

- Sign for it.

What are we gonna do here,

Tommy?

Do me a favor... just sit on it for a

couple of days, give me a head start...

before the wolves

start circling, okay?

Take your time.

"And there were angels

who could not accept...

the lifting of man

above them,

and, like Lucifer, rebelled against the

armies of the loyal archangel Michael.

And there rose

a second war in Heaven. "

"Lieutenant to the seraph

or archangel Gabriel. "

Gabriel.

Simon.

Over here!

Mamacita.

Hey, cutie!

Hey, don't let the door hit you!

One-one thousand,

two-one thousand,

three-one thousand,

four-one thousand,

five-one thousand,

six-one thousand,

seven-one thousand,

eight-one thousand,

nine-one thousand,

ten-one thousand.

You guys,

I know you're here.

You guys.

I know

you're in here.

Hello there, young lady.

Hi.

I'm Simon.

What's your name?

- Mary.

- Mary!

Mary.

That's a pretty name.

- Does Miss Henley know you're here?

- No, she doesn't.

No one does.

And I would like to keep it like that,

if we can.

Do you think that you could not

tell anyone that I'm here,

just for

a little while?

Okay.

Mary!

- Come on!

- Come on! Come on!

- I have to go.

- Let's go!

Do you have to?

Are you hungry?

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