They no longer received shocks from furniture and objects, but said they were cold and hungry. I offered them clothes from my father’s closet and from my own, and most of the curtain wall was taken down. Sean and Sarah were the first to test the safety of non-insulated human contact; there was no shock or pain. Sean had his wife back, and Haley had her mom. Dressed in regular clothes, the group of newly living was indiscernible from the rest of us; it seemed as though, for most, the process was done and complete. During this time, Randall remained a silent shadow of the preacher we had first met. I wondered if it had been the actions of the living, or the resurrection of the dead, that had shaken his faith and made him want to shut down and distance himself from us all. I kept my questions to myself and left him alone, as did the rest of the group, all of us hoping time and space would heal his wounds and his faith. My guess was that Randall was unable to see where he, or his religion, now fit in.
