Fisham.

Josh: I’m just trying to tell stories . . .

Anti-fan 1: Your stories are bad and you should feel bad.

Khirbet Qana.

Anti-fan 2: What kind of riffraff are you letting in here?

Josh: I don’t judge! As long as the people have ears, why not let them listen?

Watchton.

Anti-fan 3: Seriously, all these people think you’re magic? Maryam’s little brat?

Josh: Visit your home town again, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.

Figham: María and her family’s house.

Josh: Sorry about the crowd outside your place, María. Fans are nice, but they’re starting to get exhausting! I’ve had three different people come up to me this week and ask if I was secretly the Anointed One of prophecy.

Disciple: And why shouldn’t they? Unless you don’t believe the scripture on that . . .

Josh: María! How many people in the greater Figham area are claiming to be the Messiah?

María: Forty-two.

Josh: That’s why.

Disciple: Yeah, but Josh . . . you’re probably the only one who knows how to create life.

Saxon: And as far as I am concerned, he is the Way, the Truth, and the Light!

Disciple: See? See?!

Josh: Saxon, you’re not helping.