Epilogue
Goa, India
Michael Rempart walked alone through the narrow streets of the former Portuguese settlement of Old Goa to an imposing black granite and basalt cathedral. His left arm was weak and limp while his shoulder and back still ached from the bullet that might have killed him.
For one month, his friend and assistant, Li Jianjun, stayed by his side, diligently watching over him as his body mended. Once he healed, Jianjun returned to Vancouver.
Michael spent much of his time soul-searching since he left Idaho, and contemplating all he learned about life, death, what lies beyond the grave, and about himself. He feared that a normal life, a life rich with love, marriage, and children would never be his, but for the first time he could think of the woman he had loved but lost wit
