McCann struggles to breathe inside the canvas shelter; dug into the desert sand - not because of the stifling heat - but because the small boy is hovering a few feet from the floor. Cross legged and alone; he appears to be meditating. Removing his fedora and both guns, McCann approaches the child with caution. Sensing him, the boy’s eyes open, and he speaks:
‘I was born before god. First I was born; then god was born, then Jesus was born.’
Falling to his knees, McCann knows that the search is over. He has found humanities saviour, or end.