At 2.50 a.m. the best he can do is pray and hope.
“Oh God,” he pleads, “Oh the saints of all religions, please save us. Life is nothing for us without each other.”
He doesn’t know when he almost dozes off praying, but she suddenly stirs. He sits up.
“I’ll get through this, dear,” she says with quiet certainty.
Hallelujah! Electricity ripples through him. He strokes her forehead and smiles.