It was lonely for Angela for eight years. She spent her time most of the time after Johnathan's death. One bright Sunday morning on the anniversary of John's death, Angela was at the board meeting at the Sword of Truth Church. There they were discussing the new applicant for the open minister's position. They said that he was about thirty-five and had been an evangelist and Police Staff Inspector of his division of the KCPD for three years. During his years as a Officer, he had studied at the University of Saint Paul. The Board was impressed by the credentials. The board decided to look into Nathan Bishope and they requested me to teach at their church that next Saturday.

That Saturday I conducted the service. I preached a sermon on hope. I said that there is a hope for those with a broken heart, for those widows who had long ago lost love because of the death of their husband, for those orphans that had lost the love of their parents. It was then that I shared my whole life story, and then stating how the Lord had helped me along the way.

When I was eight years old, my mother and father died in an apartment fire. The fire was caused by a romantic dinner of our neighbors left alone with candles. The neighbors had ran to a friend's house to make a call. It was during that time that their white and tan Himalayan cat knocked over the candles and set the house ablaze while we were asleep. My parents couldn’t smell the smoke and died sleeping. That is how they said my parents died. For four years I lived in the dismal streets of Northern Kansas City, fending for my life and living alone. It was then I learned the brutality of crime in the city. I was there in the slums with all the homeless, rapists, and thieves. When I was taken in by the Bishope family, I was thirteen years old I was nearly hardened by my time living on the streets. Every Saturday they would go to an independent church that was Crysler Church. The church services were boring and almost everyone was above the age of fifty, except the Bishopes. A year after they took me in, they officially adopted me and I knew what love was. Through my dad, Meyer, I saw the love of God and I accepted Christ.

After that moment, my life changed. When I had finished my schooling, I joined the police force as a lieutenant. I had then met another person on the force that was big into technology. We saved up to 65% of the price of what it would take to form the company. It was then Cody Huggins and I formed Ion Technologies. On November 12, 2029 I moved to the “Little City”, Swan City to investigate in the death of John Reynolds.

After the sermon the crowd was full of tears and then I said, “And God is with me.”

Some of the church, including the late pastor's wife were crying out to God at the altar for his light to be in their life. It turned out to be an amazing call in the end and I knew that those people would never be the same again.

Later, I visited everyone that was up at the alter to make sure that they were happy with their newfound joy. The people's faces were so bright that it seemed like the sun was in the room they were occupying. As soon as I reached the Reynolds' house, I was met by a farm hand, Spencer Mattz. Since I was new in the area, I asked him to accompany me inside. He knocked on the door signifying that there was a visitor. Within a span of a few minutes I saw the pastor's wife standing there with a smile on her face and a bright spark that had not been in her eyes before.