"The Ob opened her eyes with shock. She sat up, pulled her robe to cover herself more, as if she was a modest woman. She was herself again. The woman looked into Jesus's eyes and she knew everything. She knew that he knew everything about her. She knew he was her savior, and that he had cast out seven demons from her. She began to cry and crawled over to him to kiss his feet. His hands stopped her and pulled her face up to his level. "What is your name, woman?" "Mary," she said. "Where are you originally from?" "I grew up in Magdala." "Well, Mary Magdalene," he said, "I have need for someone of your gratitude in our little community. My disciples seem to think they are entitled to everything." He smiled. She smiled back at him, and hugged him again."