Amadeus took note of healing power; it was just as effective as the professor's he thought but perhaps not as poweful. He strapped his instrument case on his back.

"Well as long as you're alright. You can blame the lunatic here with his evil mind tricks. I had enough fun throwing my business where it isn't needed. See ya kid."

Amadeus walked passed them both and steadily made his way toward the exit until he realized he never been to the graveyard before and didn't know where the gate was.

"Any of you know how to leave this place?"

Wellby was relieved that she was fine. But the evil inside him reminded him that evil is not happy for other people. He quickly wiped the relief off of his face.

But yet again, he was curious. "You can heal yourself?", he asked in wonder.

Wellby was stunned. Lunatic? Kid? Mind tricks? Well, the last one was sort of true. But he could not stand the rest.

He walked straight up to the man. "You think I'm a lunatic? You played right along with me, if I remember correctly."

He thought for a minute at the question. 'How did I get here?', he thought, 'I probably forgot on purpose, so I don't think it's a good time to remeber until I leave.'

"Sorry, can't help you there, or I just don't want to help you. Take your pick."

"True but you enticed my violin to anger and whatever it feels I feel."

Amadeus was never to fond of people with mind powers. It was probably one of his largest phobias. Before it was only God who was capable of reading the minds of men, but to now have to deal with other creatures capable of the power...... well it scared the crap out of him.

He wasn't tone death and knew that this guy was annoyed with him some how.

"You sound upset did I offend you?" he asked sarcasticly.

He didn't really feel like fighting again and would rather leave, however if this guy wasn't going to show him the exit flying out would probably his next bet.

He looked at the strange man and then back at the girl. Though he didn't believe in peace after death the same way most of the humans did, he obliged that this indeed was not a place to be having a fight.

Amadeus faced the strange man again.

"We will deal with our argument another day."

He faced back toward the girl.

"You're blessed with the love of God kid. He blesses those who mourn the dead. And you get extra credit for mouring over someone who has treated you wrongly."

Who followed her direction and steadily paced toward the exit, a black feather falling from his track.

Amadeus was always sad to hear that people didn't believe i the almighty, but it was not his place to tell them otherwise. He looked up at the grand sky and wondered what was going on in the kingdom.

He turned back toward the girl and wondered how bad it must of been for her. Humans always blame God for their problems in life. But they are ignorant of the truth behind his power and love. If only they knew.

"I'm sorry to hear that. After all if you don't believe in God, then He doesn't believe in you."

Well she had him up to the point she said living hell. Faith without sincerity is the worst kind. If you don't really love God in everything that you do in his name then you are simply lying to yourself and mocking the scriptures. Praying before bed, going to church every sunday, grace before meals, all of that is nothing more than chores if you don't do them with love for God. Simply things on our to do list to make ourselves look good before others. But He is not impressed by the works of men. They are all filth before his eyes.

"He died in payment for your sins, is that not good enough for you? For any of you humans?"

His wings erupted from his back with a whirlwind. He turned away from her and headed straight for the gate.

The ignorance of men is truly a wonder

"I'm sorry for wasting your time, after all I can see anything I say would be meaningless to your ears. Have a good day."

Wellby watched the two. He thought of his plans. Then he turned his attention back to the other two for a while.

Wellby was confused to the greatest degree. He kept hearing this reference to God, and he seemed dizzy at the thought.

Yet again, as in most times of his curious life, that curse, that blessing, curiosity sang in Wellby's ears.

"Wait!", he cried, "Which God are you talking about?"