That morning, Ezekiel awoke to a familiar smell: the smell of fresh flesh. In the midst of the storm the night before it seemed that two of the residents of Watershed Heights had ended up dead at the base of the building, each on their own side. One of them was a local nun. Ezekiel believed that Jesus must have been responsible for her death. Christains always say that Jesus taught by example, and Jesus was a Jew. Hence, the example he set was being a faithful Jew. Ezekiel had gotten one thing right. The other dead person was a man. Ezekiel could tell from his years of hunting leopards that the man had been shot - properly executed by one bullet under the chin. This man had comitted suicide. At least Ezekeil hadn't lost all hope yet, for he still had hope enough to live, to go outside and survey the dead people surrounding his apartment building. And with those realizations, Ezekiel Lott suddenly felt wonderful. He had done something correctly - something enough to not have died. With that he walked on to what would go down in history as one of the happiest days of his life.