The white fire of the holy sword painted the tear streaks on her face silver as her mouth dropped open in an expression of shock and stunned joy. She looked down at her crucifix, and back up at him again. Michael took a quick glance around the room, smiled at the woman, and said, ‘Of course He’s there. Of course He listens.’ He paused, then admitted, ‘Granted, He doesn’t always answer quite this quickly.’
