It happens. There are documented cases. In the meantime, she fixes things: puts a toque on his head, covers him with two blankets, seals the
air vents with duct tape and padlocks the bedroom door. When the neighbors ask about him, she says he's in God's hands. She prays and prays. Waits for a sign. Surely there will be a strong light, he will pass through the door,
place his hand on her shoulder, whisper her name. He will be transformed.
Every morning, every night, she gets on her knees, places her palms together, seals her eyes, listens for him.