Debra at the Lighthouse Eleven Weeks Earlier

Jimmy, still cradling the portable sound system, sat down next to Davy-Jake. This news, Jimmy figured, was going to be important. He was all ears.

"Has Secretary-General Sebastiao come back?" Rick Machado sat down on the tree stump. Auburn-haired Kim Lemon stood behind him. Jimmy could tell Kim wasn't happy.

"Nope, it isn't that." Tyler sat down on the remnant of a brick wall that once ringed the lighthouse.

Jimmy watched Kim walk away from Rick. She went over to the log and sat down next to Lydia. Debra just stood there in her favorite floral print Sunday dress, holding her guitar and facing Tyler. Jimmy felt static in the air. It seemed any moment someone was going to yell at someone. Jimmy hated it when people yelled at each other.

"We need to pray and sing first," Debra said. Her features softened a little. "We'll raise our voices to heaven and then we'll hear the news, okay?" They always started this way, but Tyler usually arrived after they were already listening to gospel music from the underground Christian radio station.

Debra recited the Lord's Prayer. Jimmy said, "Amen" the loudest. Debra began softly playing her guitar. She sang two current gospel songs alone then asked them to all to sing "Amazing Grace" with her. After the last refrain Debra ceased strumming her perfectly tuned guitar. She nodded to Tyler and he stood up clearing his throat.

"Yeah, um, they said on the Global Radio News that a big group of multibillionaires is going to sponsor anybody that wants to get enhanced." Tyler paused and then went on in a stronger voice. "Not only people disfigured in a bad accident but anyone who wants to become something special."