"I can't blame him, I'd have been sure I was hallucinating," George said. The Chinese place was just up ahead. It was a little more crowded than was reassuring, considering God's chattiness, but George felt like it was worth the risk for General Tso's chicken. "Michael appeared to me when I was in jail, before I got martyred. I think I gibbered at him for a solid five minutes before he could get me to shut up so he could talk."