I got up, dazed and confused. I looked around. I saw an angel to the left, and a cloud on the ground. I was sitting on a golden throne. "Who am I?" I asked the angel. The angel panicked. "What--what do you mean, my Lord?" "I don't know who I am." The angel gulped. "You are God."

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.