One side of the room they stood in brightened until it blinded everyone who looked in that direction.​ 

     It was like someone had dropped a mini star to glow just beyond the buckets of champagne. 

     From the glowing mini star, two figures emerged.

     Two men.

     One of the men looked like Apollo carved into a statue by Michaelangelo, all the way down to the marble-colored skin.

     The other man looked composed of pure, white light.

​     White robes draped them both.

     "Hello everybody," the glowing man said. "It's so good to see all of you again, this one last time. I'm the one behind bringing you all here."

     "My name is Francis Forwarder."

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