The soldiers started to reform in front of Maribel and her followers. With all of the strength her 5' 2" frame could muster, (as toned down to normal human strength by the internal settings Joe set), she pushed at a soldier blocking the way. He didn't budge. He looked at her with big, sad eyes, "I'm sorry, Maribel…" Then he whispered, "My mother thinks you're a saint." The other soldiers near him looked sorry but also stood fast to bar the way.
Without Maribel clearing a path for them, the mothers and children surged forward, the women pushing and shoving at the unmoving, though emotionally moved, soldiers. They began crying out, in plaintive laments. "They can heal my baby here! Let us through! For the love of God, have mercy! Please, my baby is sick. The other doctors said they cannot help us! Please, let my baby through! Maribel said they can help us here!"
