now derla santos is dead, and that boy-- you didn't kill derla santos. sofia did. because of me. for a year now, i've been moving from one filipino community to another, trading people my services, asking them to hide me for a few days or a week, trying to save my skin. if i'd only thought of derla instead of myself, she'd be alive. derla's fate was never in your hands. you were already losing your powers by the time you started operating on her, but you have helped others, and you've got to remember that. that counts for something. i saw sofia's phone. your time runs out about 1:30 this morning, which means we still have six hours to work on your redemption. can you tell me what led you to make your deal? i was...a medical doctor in manila, a real surgeon... but i killed somebody on the operating table. stupid mistake. i was close to suicide over it, but i remembered these stories my mother used to tell when i was younger, about these psychic surgeons in the villages, surgeons who could cure anybody with their hands. i really wished i could do that... so i'd never have to touch