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Scene Seven
Tuesday, December 22, 1998 (the same day) / Niagara Falls, New York

"Blessed be the name of God for ever and ever: for wisdom and might are His: And He changeth the times and the seasons... He giveth wisdom unto the wise, and knowledge to them that know understanding."
~ Daniel 2:20-21 ~

Jose and Rebecca had breakfast near the window, in view of Niagara Falls.

"Did you know," asked Jose, helping himself to more eggs, "that the Marriott Fallsview is the closest hotel to the falls?" Rebecca shook her head. Jose noted her plate was still untouched. "The Horseshoe Falls has over 600,000 gallons of water pass over it, every second," remarked Jose, in a cheerful voice. Rebecca smiled weakly. "If you don't believe me, you can ask room service," Jose grinned. Rebecca stared at her plate blandly. "Aren't you hungry?" he asked.

"I was earlier, but I don't think I could keep it down," replied Rebecca. "I just don't feel very good."

"Why don't you take a nap on the couch," suggested Jose, getting up from the table, "while I take a closer look at these files." Rebecca stood up. She unsteadily walked over to the couch. "You really don't look very well," observed Jose, in a concerned voice.

"I feel dizzy," said Rebecca, reeling back and forth. Jose helped Rebecca sit down.

"Hang your head down, and stay calm," directed Jose. "You know, you did the same thing in the mall, yesterday," observed Jose. "I thought it was just because of all the excitement, but now, I'm not so sure." Jose crossed the room and called the hotel's main desk. When Jose returned, Rebecca was curled up on the couch, busily fighting back fear. "I just called the desk," he explained, sitting down beside her, "the hotel physician will be here soon."

"I don't understand what's happening," Rebecca moaned.

"Have a little faith, Mrs. Newton," reassured Jose, patting her hand, "remember what you told me, 'God never makes mistakes.'"

"What do we do now?" asked Rebecca, weakly.

"About what?" Jose asked.

"About Mr. Cushing. What do we do next?" repeated Rebecca, not so ill that she hadn't forgotten her prior problem.

"Well," replied Jose, "all we can do at the moment, is to wait. My car, you know, the one we left at the mall, was not searched. I'm guessing, of course, but I don't think we are being pursued, at the moment. I can't understand why, but it's a feeling I have."

"It must be your reporter's instinct," observed Rebecca, seriously.

"Quite frankly, I have no instinct. I must rely completely on God's Spirit," replied Jose. "Why, the leading of the Holy Spirit has done more for my career, than all the anonymous phone calls and tips combined!" Rebecca smiled. "Speaking of anonymous phone calls," continued Jose, "I'm waiting for a FedEx package to come sometime tomorrow. I had Diane send it to this hotel. It's all my research," explained Jose. "Just one more reason to sit tight and wait."

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