a hemangioma, a tumor in his liver. i could see it, but i just couldn't grasp it. i don't know why. you're losing your powers. it happens in the last 48 hours. 48 hours-- that's when she found me. a collector always makes contact at the 48-hour mark. the devil arranges it that way so he can watch the client squirm for the last two days. i only wanted to help. 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 doc