It was around 6pm the call had come in.

"Let's go to the police station immediately." I said to Pastor James after ending the call.

"Why?" He asked.

"Ken." I swallowed hard. The joy was too much for me to conceal.

"Isn't that the guy that died? What about him?" Pastor James asked.

I shook my head vigorously. "He isn't.... He isn't dead."

Pastor James was visibly shocked. "What?"

"He's alive. He's not dead." I said louder and hugged Pastor James ...