Why did he have to go in there? You don't go into burning houses. He should have known better.

Paint the man, cut the lines, cut the flesh, watch the blood spill – let it come!

Something died inside of him that day. Watching that man slip away was more than his mind was willing to handle.

If I sleep – will I wake from this nightmare? If not, I pray my heavenly Father will take me in my sleep.

The statues were praying – gazing into the dark domed ceiling.