"...There's a reason people are born and grow up on earth, instead of everyone just being in Heaven from the beginning. It's not...bad, being in Heaven, even as a child, but it's certainly not wrong to want your children to be with you, on Earth. Children should be with their parents."

"I-- believed that it was God's will that my children die. Part of His plan."

"Was the bitoxiphosphene caused by human actions?"

"Yes, of course."

She closes her eyes and breathes deeply for a moment. "God is...bigger than the human brain can comprehend, but...free will is important. God--nudges things, sometimes, but ultimately...your babies didn't die because God wanted them too. They died because of human action. I'm sorry. It's easier to believe that your suffering has purpose."

"He must have had a plan for... putting the bitoxiphosphene in the ground at all? He is omniscient, He must have known and willed it-- my children's deaths lead to the greater good somehow even if I cannot see it--"

"They make me more determined to help your world. Does that count?"

"It. Seems that Christ would be determined to help the world without my children having to."

"Well. Yes. I would definitely have helped anyway." 

"But you can heal him."

"Absolutely."

"Can you leave the bar and come to the hospital right now?"

Christ could heal at a distance, and if Rose had faith, she would ask for that. But it is sinful to believe an insane human is Christ, and even the centurion hadn't asked Christ to heal his pais without knowing that Christ had done a lot of other healing first, and Doubting Thomas was forgiven.

"Of course. You'll have to open the door, if I do it will lead back to my world."

Rose opens the door and is relieved to see her own little house. 

"I'll call a Lyft."

"No need," she says, and hums for a moment under her breath, and then they are standing in the pediatric wing of the hospital. Christina scoops up the baby, cradles him for a moment, then holds him out to his mother.

For the first time in Alexander's life, he breathes on his own. 

By their fruits you shall know them.

Rose had planned to stay wary, if a miracle had occurred. To consider whether this Christ's behavior matched that of the previously known Christ, to judge whether she was wise and loving, to remain aware of the possibility that this was Satan in beautiful guise.

Alexander nuzzles his head against his mother's breast and falls gently asleep. 

"You are the Messiah, the Daughter of the living God." 

"Yes. I am."

She starts picking up the rest of the otherwise-doomed babies, cradling them for a few moments apiece, and then putting them back in their bassinets.

Rose doesn't notice. She is stroking her son's hair and murmuring to him about how he's a good baby and she loves him.

Aww. She keeps healing babies and keeps an eye out for doctors noticing something going on and coming to see what's happening.

After baby number six, a doctor will come up to her, say "you're not authori--", notice that the babies are well and giggling, and fall to her knees, her face on the floor, singing A Mighty Fortress Is Our God.

"Hello. I'm the Second Coming. Is this all the sick babies, or are there more in this hospital?"

"This-- this is the NICU, yes," the doctor says. 

"Good. Any barren women who want not to be should come here as soon as possible. If I'm gone by the time they get here, I've just left to heal more babies, I'll be back and they should wait."