Its late. The club should be picking up again.<br/><br/>*Ding*<br/><br/>Email comes in. Work email. Hopefully not some asshole with too much free time.<br/><br/><strong>Re: Help Needed <br/></strong><br/><em>Ms. Wilburg - <br/><br/>John and I met in high school. We lived outside of San Diego, but both of us always wanted to live in LA. He died of an heart attack last winter.  I was crushed. <br/><br/>John woke up yesterday. We don't know how and we don't know who we can turn to. He's healthy again, his chest isn't hurting, and he's as handsome as the day he passed on. We're afraid that the insurance companies will declare fraud, that the police won't trust us, and that our pastor will reject us. We need some sort of answers before we can even try to deal with the fact that my husband has come back. It is a miracle, but one that we do not understand. <br/><br/>Please help us. <br/><br/>You're our only hope.<br/><br/>Samantha Beckett <br/>605 Aerick Street </em>