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10.15.14

“POWER RANGERS unite!” Doc's voice rang out. 

Sheile gave him an odd look. 

“Power Rangers- really? You should have gone with Card Captor 

Sakura. A whole lot cuter. Like me! Oh, Key of Clow... power of 

magic... power of light... surrender the wand... the force ignite!” 

Sheile intoned dramatically. A smile played on Doc's mouth. 

“... the force ignite. It sounds like we're getting into Star Wars! It's

 bad to mix universes.” 

“Humph. Some mashes are funny!” Sheile snickered, an image 

entering her mind. She looked over at Doc. 

“Have you seen the one...no, you wouldn't have. It was good.” 

She assured Dr. Joe. 

“To each his own.”

“...Her own!” Raised brows.

“Must you always have the last word?”

“Yes.” Smirk.

“No.” Frown.

“Of Course!”

“Not always...”

“FOREVER!”

“You intend to live that long?”

A pause. “Yes.”

“How? Through Science?”

“No Silly- God! God had everything figured out right from the 

start!”

“Like what?” Doc asked, curious.

“Well, um. Let me think.” 

The room was silent, except the tapping of Sheile's foot on the 

hard floor. 

“Okay!” Sheile finally said, bringing up her index finger. 

“Medicine...they used herbs in the place of pill-popping- no 

offence" 

"None taken."

Doc lifted a hand in deference as Sheile went on.

"Also, food and Hygiene. God told his people centuries 

before these facts were discovered by Scientists that certain foods 

could poison you if they weren't cooked properly or rotted 

quickly."

“Hmm.”

“I think this is where the idea of Sushi comes from.” 

Sheile tapped her chin as she considered this.

“Ah.”

“Also, Christians believe that Salvation was wrought from 

Eternity.”

“How's that?” Doc leaned back against the counter, folding his 

arms.

“Well...You know how people are always coaching others to Think 

outside of the Box?” She asked. Sheile went on at the nod of 

encouragement from Doc. “...Time is the box, and God made the 

box. You follow?”

“Sure. Some fault that a creator made all things, but if they would 

only look, it's rather obvious.” 

“Uh hmm. Now,” she said raising both index fingers to sketch a 

box in the air, “If God, the Creator, made the box, why should he 

live in it?”

“People make houses, and dwellings. Those are lived in.” 

Dr. Joe pointed out.

“True. We'll get to that later.” She waved her hand, distracted. 

Sheile had a point she wanted to drive home. “But why? He can, 

and he does live among us, but why?” Doc shrugged. 

“It gets drafty in high heaven?” He suggested. A smiled passed 

over her lips before she showed teeth.

“Good one!” 

“What can I say...” 

“A lot, apparently. It's still my turn to talk!” Sheile teased. 

He gave her a mock bow. 

“Continue. I meant no offense.” Doc stated nobly. 

Sheile took a moment to giggle, covering her mouth with a fist. 

“None taken, Good Sir.”

“I am relieved, Fair Maiden!”

“Oh! Now you're just sucking up to me...Bootlicker! Continue, 

continue...”

“Your skin is like pale milk and....your eyes the cold ocean waves!”

“Cold, huh. Anyway.” 

Sheile was amused.

“Why does the creator live among Humanity.” He prompted.

“Ah, yes! Thank you. Okay, Space being cold was a good guess, 

but God is spirit. You could call us his play-things, but that's a bit 

harsh. Even if we're as small as barbies-”

“Does that make me Ken?”

“Yes.”

“Good to know. For a while, I thought my name was Joe.”

“Joe Kenny...Kennedy? Eh. So. Most girls love and adore their 

barbies...and Ken dolls, so it's really not a bad comparison!”

“Didn't they make a second male line for Barbie? Andrew, 

maybe?” Sheile shrugged. 

“I don't remember. That's not the point!”

“What is the point?” Dr. Joe looked at his watch. He had to leave 

soon. “I have to go in five.” 

“Guh! Okay! Plain and simple- he likes you!”

“Just me?” Sheile's eyes narrowed. He was teasing her. Dr. Joe 

wasn't that conceited! “No! Everyone! In the whole world!” 

“That's a lot of love to spread.”

“He's a big guy...”

“Still.”

Sheile peered up at Doc. He only had a minute. Literally. “If God 

wasn't big enough for our problems,” She said slowly, holding his 

gaze, “Then he wouldn't be big enough to be GOD.”

Dr. Joe stood there quietly, time forgotten, as he absorbed and 

mulled over this information. Doc startled when his watch chirped. 

He glanced down. “Oh!” With a hop to his step, Dr. Joe quickly 

left for the hallway. “We're not through!” He called over his 

shoulder as the door hissed shut. 

“Nope.” 

Sheile said to the empty room, a smile danced in her eyes as her 

lips followed suit. 

“We're not.”