5:16 p.m. Passion Ministry

Relaxing in his private quarters, Andrew flipped through a photo album. He stopped. Stared at two snapshots, still astounded by their similarities. No matter what. He had achieved something miraculous.

He sat back, took a sip of scotch, then with a naughty thrill jumped ahead to his photographs of John. A particularly striking black and white head shot caught his eye. You’re gorgeous.

After a few moments, he turned pages until he came upon a more recent photograph of a small, dark-haired boy.