Both ran to the bank and saw Michael standing on the threshold of a door.

She wanted to go home, to see her mother and Michael.

At first it had hurt, seeing Michael there in his hospital bed, speaking out against him.

I saw Michael on a regular basis in the children's home to which he returned.

I hadn't seen Michael before, which is normal for me.

In the same instant, she saw Michael, standing where the man had been a second earlier.

Three months later, someone called the police saying he'd seen Michael at her house.

I glanced up and saw Michael at the front register.

It wouldn't surprise me to look back 10 or 20 years from now and see Michael having similar success.

Well deserved, and its nice to see Michael in good health.