"It moved I tell you."

"Yea Cam, and you smoked your lunch too."

"Justin, I'm telling you the sand moved, and I saw a face."

"Cam, why don't you take some time off, get away for a day or two, take it easy?" Justin said as he walked away.

"He thinks I'm crazy," Cam thought to himself, looking intently at the sand flowing together, forming a face. "Maybe he's right."

"You saw it too, didn't you Cam?"

"What are you talking about Susie? Saw what?"

"The image of the Blessed One. Out front."

"In the sandboxes?" Cam asked.

"In the Zen prayer garden, at the entrance. You saw the image of the Blessed One. I can tell."

"Maybe I saw something, maybe I didn't."

"There is real power there Cam. You can feel it, there is spiritual power."

"So you saw an image of a god. Big deal. Probably some new holo project someone here is working on."

"No Cam, it is real, and you know it."

"So how does me seeing a big, fat guy named Buddha who's been dead for centuries mean anything?"

"Buddha? Cam, it is Gaia, the supreme goddess that I saw. She is reaching out to us."

"Isn't she the one with the big breasts, and big stomach? Maybe Buddha got her pregnant."

"Cam, don't joke about these spiritual issues. There is power there that you don't want to mess with."

"Maybe there is something to this spiritual stuff," Cam thought, looking back on his days at Sunday school. His parents were devout Christians, and they had tried their best to show him the error of his ways, to make him bow before the cross like them. He wondered if there really was a God after all. If there was, then he might really be held accountable for his sins, might really be headed to hell. But could there really be some cosmic battle going on between God and Satan? Could all the evidence, all the prophecies be true?

If so, then maybe his Sunday school teachers were right, and he needed to accpet Jesus as his personal Saviour. He told himself he would definitely look into it. Someday. Someday when he was old, and done partying.

Cam came out of the bar, on fire and sweating. That chick had to be the finest piece of meat in the whole city, and she had given him her number, and a hint of the good times to come. Things were looking up for the Camster.

Cam didn't see the truck through the alcohol haze until it was too late. The headlights, the screeching, the impact, the pain, that was all he knew. Incredible pain. Warm sticky pain.

He could see the street, see the sand flowing together, forming a face, a face with horns, laughing, horrible wicked laughter in the midst of flames, in the midst of pain, in the midst of regret, in the midst of fear.