For the next few hours he began to wonder, with rose in his hand, whose resurrection meant in the letter along with the reason which had avoided him from being part of soil.

Resurrection…he had read The Bible multiple times in his life. It was the only book which he was interested in besides Reader's Digest and Rolling Stone. He squinted at the shovel he had used last night. At 11:00 PM, he took the same shovel with him and started to dig the kid's grave.

Resurrection…resurrection…

He kept digging for an hour but he couldn’t find the kid's corpse. Turner's mouth dried. He knew nobody had come to dig out the child and there was no way to pull someone out off grave with everything untouched on surface. He now knew what she was trying to say.

He has resurrected. I had killed God but now he has come back to life.

Next morning, he contacted cemetery authorities and quit the job to become a hippie again. He knew he wasn’t going to hard time on being a hippie again since he no more feared children. But still he didn't adore them…

Twenty long years had passed when Turner had got rid of Pedophobia and was satisfied as traveler. Leaving the job of gravedigger had given him a lot of mental peace and he no longer was thinking about the mysterious woman and the boy who had resurrected.

His fate had taken him to Tacoma and he was staying in parks for few days. Staying in the busy city hadn’t been a bad idea for him after all until history repeated itself.

The same night he had seen himself on mirror and was disappointed to see how bad he had aged. He was turning bald and hairs left on his head were white and soft as cotton. He could even plough them at once if he wanted. It was last week when he had lost his front tooth and previous day he had said farewell to his lower left canine. His skin had also tanned in all those years and looked like any other homeless man.

He used to think time passes in equal way for everybody until an even happened to him while wandering in the street by observing city lights.

He saw someone whom he had seen twenty years ago – Payne.

"Lord!" he spoke when he saw the mysterious woman exactly like he had seen two decades ago. She was as young as she had been when she had been sighted.

She looked as if time and age had no effect on her. She glanced at Turner for a couple of seconds. He hadn’t forgotten the glance but this time he was scared more than ever. He was curious and the long lasting youth couldn’t resist him from following her to wherever she was heading for.

Again she was running and, as he had imagined earlier, he could not catch up with her. Unlike the last time she did not run like wind but still she was far faster than Turner could think of.

Running behind Payne for ten minutes took him near a house. He sniffed and collected his breath while he saw her get inside there.

"I'll get you." he boosted himself up and ran inside the house without thinking what he could encounter inside.

The moment he stepped inside the house he heard a feminine yell – the elderly scream. He looked around but couldn’t see who the one who had made such noise was. Even though the room was illuminated like daylight he couldn’t spot Payne anywhere.

He locked the door by thinking he would not let her escape this time. He was aware she could run like wind but she had no chance to run if she was locked in within the walls. No matter where she would run, she still would be in the house. Even if she kills me I ain't leaving this place without finding what she is-

He heard tramps on stairs.