Neville's friend experiences the birth above and sees David

A friend of his in Los Angeles, fifty-four and a regular at his meetings for years, felt a wind blowing through him for hours about five months ago, feared a stroke, drove down to Sunset and walked, and on returning home and starting up the steps found the child caught on his head; he cried out 'My God!', would not turn round because he knew the sea of water was behind him, and carried the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes into the room. Four and a half months later the experience returned and David stood before him and called him by his own name — the same thing, Neville says, that has happened to him.