Dave slept after a long night marred by prolonged deliberations. The next day was the D-Day he had been waiting for.

By 8 a.m., the alarm on his mobile phone beeped so that he nearly jumped off the bed. He quickly sat up and put his noisy phone in order. It was time to begin the next phase of his search.

He took out the address and read one final written piece on it, "Bethsaida Hospital!" he read it out aloud. It was the final destination on the address given to him by Julia. She never gave Dave her brother's home address. Instead, she gave him his workplace address.

Bethsaida...