The big cereal company was just across the street from the local Laundromat. In such a big city you'd think there wouldn't be a Laundromat. Yet there was. And the cereal company, Crispy, was just across the street from it. It was a fancy building, tall, with many windows and floors. People were walking in and out of it all day. It was the kind of place that always looked busy.
Jeff watched as Bobb walked into Crispy, just hours after getting home. He knew the man hadn't repented. There would be a consequence if he didn't. Not from God. God loved Bobb and Mickey. He wanted them happy. But Bobb needed to repent. God can't help the sinner. So Jeff had a purpose.
"Keep it simple." He told the lady writing on the paper, "He needs to come on his own, we can only hint. Let him find his own way."
She nodded, her blonde hair hiding her bloody face from him. She'd always been the quiet one. The one that spoke only when spoken to. Living through death had changed her, but definitely not for the good in a way that couldn't be seen with the eyes; yet it could be seen in the eyes. Always in the eyes. Physical changes were easy manipulations, but emotions just couldn't be changed without consent of the human being. Free will.
That's what it all came down to. But either way, they had to do it on their own; no supernatural power would take away free will.
"It's ready." She said as she folded up the paper and wrote a name on the front.
"Remember. Nothing more, nothing less. He must come on his own." Jeff said towards her retreating back, "Free will." He whispered as he sank back toward the shadows.
