"I didn't," Tuck lamented. "I was so afraid she would leave." And with good reason, because she had. "There was a street fight outside my church. I stepped out to try to protect my parishioners and I caught a bullet in the stomach and then one to the head. They buried me. And thank Christ I didn't wake up in the same goddamn body and have to dig myself out. It was a few weeks I think. I woke up in someone's backyard, but I was still in Chicago. I went home and- God, I must have scared the shit out of her. I thought she would be relieved, but she- She called me an abomination."