Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

190 :: JOHN R. MABRY
if he can find them. Personally, I think they’re there, he just
has to figure out how to open the filing cabinets in the old
cabeza.”
“Will he want to see Kat?”
“Why would he want to see Kat? He’s never met Kat.”
Richard nodded. Of course he hadn’t. “But would Kat
want to see him?”
“Okay, but let’s make it a short visit. I think he ought to
rest soon.”
Richard nodded and headed downstairs. In a couple of
minutes, he had both Kat and Susan in tow.
Kat was barely holding back tears. When she saw the
angel sitting up in her brother’s body, saw the light in her
brother’s eyes, heard the voice from his mouth, she cried out
with relief. With tears streaming down her cheeks, she fell
upon the bed and pressed her breast to her brother’s.
The angel started and gasped. Terry touched her shoulder
and gently pushed her back. “Honey, it’s your brother’s
body, but not his spirit. The consciousness behind the
machine doesn’t know you. He’s friendly, but he’s not your
brother.”
Kat blinked back tears and sniffed. “I know that. I know
that. I’m just...he’s alive.”
“Yes, he’s fine,” Terry said.
“Oh, Terry, thank you!” She said, hugging him across the
bed.
“Shucks, ma’am, all in a day’s work,” he winked at Susan
and Richard.
Then, unexpectedly, the angel’s eyes began flitting back
and forth. He spoke excitedly in Enochian.
“Wait up, gang. It seems that seeing Kat has triggered
something. He thinks it’s Randall’s memories. This is a really
good sign!” Terry listened for a while and turned to Kat,
smiling.