In the present, Luka cries, "If I'd picked up Daniela at that moment, and gotten her to the hospital, she could have had surgery -- you know? She could have lived!"
In the past, Luka continues performing CPR. "But I couldn't leave my little girl. I waited and prayed. I prayed someone would come."
"And no one came," Bishop Cromwell concludes.
In the past, night falls. "I called out for hours as I stayed there -- breathing for her, doing CPR. I finally had to stop from exhaustion." He feels for Daniela's pulse.
In the present: "I lost them all." Bishop Cromwell gently says, "You couldn't sacrifice the one to save the other. Even if you had, you'd still blame yourself." Luka, sobbing now, leans forward and rests his head on Bishop Cromwell's bed; Bishop Cromwell reaches out and caresses Luka's head, saying, "These things can't be explained -- why it happens. The providence of God and the mysteries of life and death are the very fibre of our faith. They were gifts of love and life. You are a gift of love and live. Don't turn your back on them." Bishop Cromwell tilts his head up and prays, "God, Father of all mercies, through the death and resurrection of your only begotten Son, [who] was reconciled Himself to the world and sent the Holy Spirit among us for the forgiveness of sins, through the ministry of holy Church, may God give you pardon and peace. And I absolve you of all your sins." In the past, Luka stands amid the bodies of his family and stares up in despair. Bishop Cromwell concludes, "In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen." Machines have started beeping, though so faintly we can barely hear. Luka turns all of them off, and releases Bishop Cromwell.