God. Why? Why do I have to keep coming down here? Why was Robert Ladd born with intellectual disabilities? Why were people murdered? Why are we about to murder Robert Ladd? Why? Do you care? Are you here? Is there a reason why you don’t stop this? Are you addicted to death and suffering? Do you even exist? I don’t know the answer to these questions. I only know that I have chosen to believe. I believe that you are there with Robert. I believe that you will walk with Robert down the hallway. I know that you will lay down with Robert on the gurney. I know you will feel the needle. I know that you will die with Robert. You have taught me to believe that death doesn’t happen without resurrection. I know that you will not leave us here as murderers. I know that you will resurrect us to meet Robert and ask for his forgiveness for our sins.