"Feed, Brother," he shouted. "Feed upon this man, but see that he comes to no harm. Just send him home."

The current around me sucked at my hair and clothes as the loathsome mouth inhaled. "Brother?" I managed to wheeze through Saint Peter's chokehold. "That's Andrew?"

"Saint Andrew, if you please. Show some respect. My poor brother has suffered greatly these past two thousand years. But thanks to you - and the multitude of souls that your presence in your world will bring - ...