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    Her lips trembled at the sound of his real voice. It was lilting, and innocent. “Oudry, what a wonderful name. I am sorry if I’ve been bad company to you on our journey thus far. I don’t understand all that is happening, and my patience and faith have been tested.” Michelle’s mind drifted painfully from the reality that her parents had died.
    Oudry nodded in agreement with her as Michelle’s father spoke. “That is why we are here now. We’ve been asked to speak with you about some of what has transpired. Much has been revealed to us my daughter.”
    Michelle’s heart leapt once more into her throat. Just the thought of learning more about what was happening made her tremble on the inside. In an instant she was rewound two decades to her college days, when everything was new to her. She felt revitalized, even there in the mystical dreamscape of The White Room.
    “Come, sit at the table. It's important.” Her father gestured to the part of the room she hadn’t paid any attention to yet. A few feet away there was a round table. Like the rest of the room it was as white as a cloud in the sky, and gave off a perfectly normal luminescence that calmed and soothed. Arranged around the small circular table were three chairs, and her father, little Oudry, and Michelle moved to the seats. Once they were all seated, her father leaned forward onto the table, and crossed his fingers.
    “Shelly, you’ve been chosen for a special purpose,” he said in a voice that had a hint of fatherly pride in it.
    Michelle swallowed. “What purpose is that dad? I feel like all I’ve done is walk across half of Africa, starving, watching people kill each other, and fighting back the urge to vomit as the dead murder the living. This seems more like ordinary torture to me dad.”  
    Her father nodded knowingly. He did that a lot when she was growing up. “I know dear. Your fatigue and loneliness must be tremendous. I can tell you’re hurting, and I know this seems like hell on earth to you, but it’s all part of a plan that even I don’t fully understand yet. I do know that this journey is necessary for your purpose.”
    Oudry spoke up, “We are traveling to meet the Warden.” He looked back and forth from Michelle to her father and back again. It seemed like he was unsure if he was supposed to say what he’d just let slip.
    “Who is the Warden?” Michelle asked her father and the boy.
    The two men, one young, one old looked at each other, trying to figure out a way to explain what confused even them. Her father was the first to speak, “We don’t know who the Warden is. All we know of him is that he is the protector of the Trinity. And you are a member of that Trinity. Oudry has been charged with keeping you safe until you can be united with the Warden.”
    “What’s the Trinity? The holy trinity? I’m lost.” Michelle paged through her knowledge searching for information about all things related to threes. There were multitudes of entries relating to the number three. Many religions found it important. She shook her head in thought.
    “Not exactly. There is power in numbers Shelly. I don’t know why, but there is. It is like physics, or chemistry, or love and faith. It just is, and that’s how things work. Mysterious ways, right? Three happens to be a powerful symbol, and the wheels that have set this in motion have decided that the Trinity shall be the final chance for mankind’s salvation.”
    “The wheels that set this in motion? Do you mean God?” The ultimate question.
    Her father took a deep breath and pondered the question. After a long time of searching for the right words, he responded, “God is as good a word as we will ever use, yes.”
    “So he exists? God really exists?” Michelle couldn’t help but smile. The White Room and everything that had happened in it thus far was literally a dream come true for her. She’d spent her whole life searching for God, and in a dream she’d found proof of