"People chosen to be God, people who know that and understand what that means still kill themselves.?!"

"Yup.'"

That's all – "Yup? What does it mean? What does it say about the future! There's got to be someone to replace Anette."

No one. She didn't choose anyone. She hadn't even finished taking the tests. That's why I'm here. That's why I brought her back to see you. We don't know."

"What do you mean? You know everything, damn it! You're IT! And if God is diminished, if there are fewer of you, then good is diminished, too!"

"That's right. That's why more and more is falling apart. That's why it's so bad here."

"And Beenie, what am I supposed to do now? I'm not one of your chosen, O.K. I don't deserve to be, but what do I do with all this knowledge? What am I supposed to do now that I know it? Please take it away. Just do that – move a hand like you did and clear it out of my head. Just do that one thing for me."

"You don't want that, Scott. You're the only one who owns your experiences. Now that you know the truth about them, use it to try and make yourself better. That's the best thing to do with it. Sure, I can wave it away, abracadabra, but you have the potential to be a much better person now that you know who you really are."

"Fate's not determined? But I saw when I was going to die!"

"That's only time on the clock. I'm talking human time. How long does it take to write a book? For some, it's fast; for others, slow. However long it takes to get down those sentences of the heart, eh? I can't show you the book you'll write, Scott. I can only help you do research and verify your sources."

Despite everything a smile popped onto my face. "Verify?"

"Yeah, I've been studying my vocabulary to keep up with you."

"You … and your people haven't decided the future already?"

She shook her head no. God shook no. It was as simple as that.