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Tonight, we have a challenge for you.

Can you tell fact from fiction?

Beyond Belief, Fact or Fiction.

Hosted by Jonathan Frakes.

We live in a world where the real and the unreal

live side by side, where substance

is disguised as illusion and the only explanations

are unexplainable.

Can you separate truth from fantasy?

To do so, you must break through the web of your experience

and open your mind to things beyond belief.

There are many people who look at this picture

and see the outline of a Native American chieftain.

They're the feathers of the headdress.

But yet gaze a little longer and you

may see something else, an Eskimo figure in a snowstorm.

This is his outline.

Both images exist.

Yet you can't see them both at once.

Tonight we present to the images of fact and fiction.

Much like this illustration, the two concepts exist together

in every story you will see.

At the end of the show, we'll tell you which ones are true

and which ones are false.

So as you watch, be mindful that what

seems to be the face of truth may turn out to be a snow job.

As you watch this cat in my arms,

it seems harmless and docile.

Yet if this were a different situation,

say you were walking down the street

and suddenly our friend here darted out

in front of your path, perhaps you

wouldn't feel so comfortable.

You might suddenly wonder if something

ominous was about to happen.

That was exactly what Rob Navoe was feeling.

Away with his wife for a business seminar,

he is suddenly filled with foreboding and dread,

Not because of a black cat.

Because of a mysterious strange.

My husband

Rob always let me take care of the practical stuff,

like signing us up for this weekend money management

seminar at this hotel.

Rob was anticipating a dull two days.

But soon Rob's imagination and a series of strange events

would transform a dull two days into a weekend of terror.

You know what I think? - What?

I think you have a phobia about making out your will.

What?

A lot of guys do.

No, that's not it.

The great psychological stress that I'm under

has to do with the fact that I canceled a tee off time

for you at a course that I'm trying

to get on for three months.

But that's OK.

I know what a big sacrifice this is for you.

But believe me, by the time this weekend is over,

you're going to be thanking me.

I know.

Hello.

Can I help you.

Hi.

Reservations under Navoe.

This is the moment

that it all started for Rob.

That's weird.

Barb?

Hm?

Do they hold funerals in hotels?

What?

Check out the guy with the casket.

I couldn't

see anything even close to what Rob had described.

You know, remind me Monday, we'll get your eyes checked.

Let's go.

Um-- the bellman said the seminar is in the conference

room to the left.

I think he meant left at the hallway,

not left at the elevator.

All right, check it out.

Loser buys dinner.

Dinner? A bet?

OK.

I know now

that we should have search the seminar

together, instead of splitting off in separate directions.

For a moment,

Rob felt justified that he had actually

seen a casket in the lobby.

I know it.

That's a relief.

There you are.

I'm sorry, I didn't realize someone was in here.

It's one of our deluxe models.

Did you get a look?

A really good look?

Actually, I'm in the wrong place.

Don't be so sure.

Really, I'm running out of time.

Thank you.

Sometimes it's later than we think.

Another time.

That's one of the problems.

So often we mistakenly think we have all the time in the world.

It's very comfy.

Yeah I'm sure it is.

You really should try it.

My card.

This strange man said

that he was a casket salesman.

Later, I got to go.

When it's time to go, you've got to go.

Rob wouldn't share it with me.

But after that, he was certain that the man

was going to cause his death.

I can never just be in the Q&A a little more.

I'm sorry.

Feeling all right?

Yeah, I'm just a little preoccupied.

Uh--

What?

What is it?

Come on, honey.

No.

I thought you wanted to get a magazine from the lobby.

Going down?

Later.

Let's take the stairs, OK?

OK.

But what is it with you today?

Oh, my god.

Come on.

News reports said that the accident

resulted in four deaths.

Rob swore he saw a fifth person on the elevator, a strange man

dressed in a dark black suit.

Later we asked around.

Not one person at the hotel recalled

ever seeing Rob's mystery man.

What happened here?

Who was the man that Rob kept seeing?

Was he really a messenger of doom?

Or was he just an ominous figment of Rob's

overactive imagination?

Whatever it was that caused Rob's frightful reaction

saved both him and his wife from that fatal elevator ride.

Are you ready to say whether this story is true or false?

Or has the cat got your tongue?

We'll tell you whether this story

is true or false at the end of our show, but next--

Jerry, you never told me your last name.

Jerry Wright, W-R-I-G-H-T.

Ah, so you're the Mr. Right I've been

waiting my whole life to meet.

A chance encounter leads

to a surprising chain of events when we return on Beyond

Belief, Fact or Fiction.

Getting around by bus can be a leisurely activity whether you

want it to be or not.

Bus schedules often fall victim to unexpected obstacles

like traffic blockages, passenger problems, weather,

and so forth.

That's why it's best to show up early,

have patience, bring along something to read.

But be prepared for the unexpected at all times,

because you don't have to board a bus for things

to take an unexpected turn.

A lot of guys have

a slick rap with the ladies.

Me, um-- no, I get tongue tied.

Everything comes out wrong.

I can hardly remember my own name

or even what planet I'm on.

Generally, I make a fool of myself.

At least that's how it was, until I met Terri.

She was exactly the kind of girl I'd

dreamed of meeting and exactly the kind of girl

I'd never had a chance with.

Um-- excuse me, did you happen to see a city bus on the way?

It should been here.

Um-- yeah, I don't know if it's the one you're waiting

for, but actually, yeah, about three blocks back there is

a bus on the side of the road.

But it has black smoke pouring from the engine.

Ha.

Great.

Look.

I'm just trying to get home.

I live just past the mall.

Any chance I could a lift from you.

Sure. Yeah.

Oh, great.

Thanks.

No problem.

She was even prettier close up, flawless.

Just having her in the car next to me made my day,

but who am I kidding, it made my week, my year.

I'm Terri.

Jerry.

Uh-- no, it's Terri.

I'm Jerry.

Oh, Terri and Jerry, OK, hey, we're a match.

What are the odds?

Terri was the easiest

person to talk to I'd ever met.

In two minutes, I felt I'd known her all my life.

The bus usually gets there right about 5:00 every day.

It gets me home just in time to make dinner for my sister.

My mom usually stays later at her shop.

So you work with her there at the fabric store

every afternoon.

Yeah.

That will just be until I finish my degree.

Then I'll have my teaching certificate.

Jerry, you never told me your last name.

Jerry Wright, W-R-I-G-H-T.

Ah, so you're at the Mr. Right I've been

waiting to meet my whole life.

Well, it's about time.

Oh, this is me.

I'm the white house on the right.

I knew she was

about to walk out of my life.

I needed to stop her.

But as usual, I couldn't find the confidence.

You really saved me a lot of trouble.

I wish there was something I could do.

Just keep doing what you're doing, smiling and laughing.

It makes the world a nicer place.

That is so sweet.

You know something, Jerry, you're one of the good guys.

I'm really glad we met.

The next day at work, I told my buddy

Neil what had happened.

She said all that and you just

let her walk away and didn't get her phone number or nothing.

Man, did he let me have it.

Trust me, nothing was going to happen with this girl, OK?

Hold it.

Is this an accurate quote.

Great to meet you.

Wish I could do something for you.

She was being polite.

Let me just say something, OK. - OK.

For a fact, there are more pretty girls on Saturday nights

that are sitting home alone than you can imagine.

And you know why?

Because guys like you, think they already have a boyfriend.

But maybe, maybe, you're the guy she's looking for.

Bite?

No.

After work, I drove straight to the bus stop.

I wanted to get there before 5 o'clock.

I couldn't believe I missed her.

Once I'd come this far, I decided

there was no turning back.

It was strange.

I was nervous as I rang the bell.

But still it felt right to be there.

Yes?

Hi, you must be Terri's sister.

You have kind of the same look.

Yeah, I hear that all the time.

I'm Laura.

So your friends of Terri's.

Uh-- yeah.

Um-- I have to get that.

Would you like to come in.

Sure.

So why don't you just go in and make yourself at home.

Jeez, what a great looking family.

And her sister seemed to be about a year or two younger

than Terri.

It was easy to spot Terri in the photos.

She photographed like a movie star.

I couldn't spot the sister I just

met, although there was a much younger

girl in a lot of the snapshots.

Hey.

These are great pictures of her.

Yeah, actually that's my favorite of the both of us.

Out her savings, Terri bought me a new bike.

Can you believe it?

This is you?

Yeah.

Let's see, that picture was taken about-- um--

a month before Terri's accident.

So I guess you must've been one of her students.

You were maybe what?

Freshman?

It's hard to believe it's been almost eight years since Terri

passed away.

Do you want to sit down?

I couldn't believe what I just heard.

Terri, the girl I'd given the ride to the day before,

had died almost eight years ago.

I couldn't make sense of it.

So I played dumb rather than come off

like an idiot to her sister.

I feel so silly.

I didn't even ask your name.

Jerry Wright.

Wow.

The last conversation I had with Terri in the hospital

just before she died.

She told me-- she told me not to worry.

That she would send Mr. Right to look after me.

After that, I told Laura everything that

had happened the day before.

Sharing that just seemed to draw us together.

And one year to the day after we'd met,

Laura and I got married.

So another happy ending thanks to a series

of strange circumstances.

Did Jerry really have contact with the woman who had been

dead for almost eight years?

If not, who did he give a lift to on that first day?

Was it someone posing as the dead woman?

If so, how do you explain the fact

that she looked exactly like the picture

of the woman who had died?

Was Jerry the victim of some elaborate hoax?

Or did he actually have a matchmaker from the other side?

Is this story true?

Or have we been taking you for a ride?

We'll tell you what this story is true or false

at the end of our show.

But next--

Just relax, just relax.

Oh, my god, is he breathing?

Is he breathing?

Call 911. - A phone.

Does anybody here have a phone?

Anybody?

Oh, my god.

A young med student fights

for the life of a bystander and for his own future on Beyond

Belief, Fact or Fiction.

Did you ever have a job as a waiter or a waitress?

Try it for a day and you'll have a whole new appreciation

for the work they have to do.

In fact, you'll probably wind up leaving big tips

for the rest of your life.

Kyle Jarvis works part time as a waiter.

He's a struggling college student,

struggling with his finances, struggling with his classes,

and struggling with his relationship.

Let's watch his story.

Now, who had the veal?

There were people

around campus who thought I was some kind of Superman.

My family didn't have a lot of money.

I was putting myself through school, taking a full load

and working two and three part-time jobs at once.

I wasn't Superman.

I just knew what I wanted.

I was determined to go on to medical school.

And nothing was going to stop me.

The fact that I had any time left over to fall in love

was a miracle in itself.

Hey, good looking.

Hi, babe.

Tammy came from a wealthy family.

Could've had any guy on campus she wanted.

But she picked a regular working Joe like me.

Made me think what we had was a real thing.

Thought you had ethics class.

I cut.

Tammy.

I know.

But I had to track you down.

Important question.

What are you doing like right now?

Heading home.

Why?

Some good news.

Diane snagged her folks cabin at the lake for the weekend.

And she and Bob invited us to go up.

That is good news except for us poor slobs

who have wait tables for a living.

Oh, right.

You're starting that new job tonight.

I'm sorry.

I can never keep track.

Maybe we can go up to the lake Sunday afternoon

after brunch with your parents.

I'd rather just spend the day you.

We can see my parents anytime.

But I've never see your parents.

I haven't met them once.

This is like the fifth time you put this off.

Is something going on, Tammy?

No, it's just I told you what my folks

are like, especially my dad.

Yeah, hard nosed captain of industry.

I can handle it.

I'm not worried about you handling it.

You have told your parents about me, right?

Of course.

But my dad's really hard to please.

He's always been that way.

I don't get it.

I'm pre-med.

A doctor's not good enough for their little Tammy?

You really want to know what he said?

I told him that you're going to specialize

in emergency room medicine.

And he made a big deal that that was the lowest paying of all

the medical professionals.

OK well, that's his problem.

I guess the question is, is that a problem for you?

Of course not.

But he's my dad.

And I have to deal with him.

And he's--

Hard to please.

I really think we need to meet, you, me, your folks.

The time is not right.

And please, don't force this.

The way things are going the time

is never going to be right.

I love you.

I think I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

Me, too.

You know how committed I am to you.

You won't let me meet your parents.

How committed is that?

You need to get past this parent thing.

Because if you can't, then--

Then what?

Are you breaking up with me?

Is this a break-up?

All I'm saying is that I think you need

some time to decide what you really want

and what's important to you.

I better go.

I got to get ready for work.

I don't know why I push so hard.

I should have realized she needed time to work things out.

Enjoy your meal.

Hi, if you're ready, I can give you the rundown

on the specials tonight.

All night long,

I worried that I was such a jerk she might now want me back.

I tried calling her to apologize between taking orders,

but the line was busy.

Maybe she was talking to another guy.

I knew the life of a doctor's wife

takes its own serious commitment.

If I bullied Tammy into, our relationship with her

would never work.

I kept playing our conversation over and over in my head

and hope she could forgive me.

Garlic mashed potatoes.

What happened next

came right out of the blue.

I'm sure you'll enjoy it.

Just relax.

The signs of a heart attack were very clear.

Oh, my god.

Is he breathing?

Call 911.

A phone. A phone.

Does anybody here have a phone?

Anybody?

Although I wasn't a doctor yet,

fortunately, I had enough knowledge

to know exactly what was happening

and enough training to know exactly how to handle it.

All we had to do then was hold on until the ambulance arrived.

You feeling all right.

You saved my life, son.

You're going to make a terrific doctor one day.

Oh, baby, thank god you're here.

Come here sweetheart.

Your father is going to be all right.

Thanks to this fine young man.

Tammy had rushed to the restaurant

to see if her dad was OK.

I had just saved the life of her father.

The same man I had never been allowed to meet.

Was it mere coincidence that placed

Kyle exactly at the right place exactly at the right time.

Or did the fates preordain it?

If Kyle hadn't been at that particular restaurant

that night, then Tammy may have lost

both her father and a happy future

with Kyle on the same day.

Is this story of true love based on reality?

Are we just serving up a plate full of lies?

We'll tell you whether this story

is true or false at the end of our show, but next--

My ball.

No, I don't think so.

Come on, man.

I got to get home.

Oh, you want this ball?

Here.

You want that ball?

Maybe I'll sell it to you.

A game of basketball becomes

a mysterious battle between good and evil

on Beyond Belief, Fact or Fiction.

Back in 1891, when James Naismith first

cut out the bottom of peach basket

and mounted it on the high branch of a tree,

little did he know he was inventing a game that would

surpass both baseball and football as America's

most popular sport.

Throughout our country, young men and women

spend hours in the playground learning jump

shots, free throws, slam dunks.

But we often learn something else on the playground, things

that go beyond the game of basketball

and directly into the game of life.

I admit it.

Back when I was in high school, I was obsessed with sports,

especially basketball.

The other major interest in life was

give my younger brother Danny a hard time,

as often as possible.

All that reading is going to make you go blind.

Well, I suppose it's a relief to know your way out of danger.

Mark, Danny, let's move it.

They're not expected to hold off the start of school

until you get there.

Well, Mom, when's Dad getting home from Chicago?

Not until Saturday.

And not remember, home right after school.

I'm working at the store till 7:00.

Ah, Mom, I got to hit the park.

I got to work on my skills.

You've got to hit the books.

Work on your algebra.

OK, but be home before dark.

You know I worried.

My mother, bless her soul,

was a real sweetheart and one very religious woman.

Every morning when we left the house,

she stopped to pray to her angels.

Please, watch over Mark and Danny, their father,

and bring our family safe and happy back into this house.

Amen.

Amen.

A. Amen.

Mom had her religion.

I had mine, shooting hoops in a neighborhood park

about six blocks from where we lived.

I wasn't the only one that hung out there every day.

There is one girl who made giant chalk

drawings all over the place.

Then there's Big Al.

You can set your watch by the man.

For as long as anyone can remember,

Big Al came to shoot every afternoon at 4:00 sharp.

And was he ever something to see.

Big Al had been the star player in high school,

recruited by over 30 colleges.

But the summer after graduation, a car accident

messed up his knee.

The doctors operated three times,

but they never got his leg working right.

And Big Al never got to college.

The only basketball he played was here

at the Clayton Street Park.

And every day, just like clockwork, he left at 5:00 PM

for a night job.

We got to scram.

Mom wants us home before dark.

What's the hurry?

I've got to start my book report.

That's your problem.

But Mom says she wants us home before dark.

Mom said. Mom said.

Mom said she won't be home till 7:00.

And that means we've got lots of time yet.

What are you doing with Dad's watch?

Just showing it around school ain't no big deal.

You just keep your mouth shut about it.

All right, man, I'm going home.

You want to stay, it's your funeral.

I was a big kid for my age.

So I wasn't afraid to be alone.

I should have listened to my mother.

My ball.

No, I don't think so.

Come on, man, I got to get home.

Oh, you want this ball?

Here.

You want that ball, huh?

Maybe I'll sell it to you.

How much you got.

Come in, man, I really got to get home.

Now why don't you just empty out your pockets.

And we'll see how much this ball is worth to you.

Don't make me ask twice.

I tell you what, while you're thinking about it, why don't we

see if I can't catch that ball with my knife.

What you say?

Come on, bring it on, man.

Bring it on.

So what up?

We got some kind of problem over here?

No, no.

I was no fool.

I took off and never looked back.

Yo, homies, I highly suggest you two go

find another place to play now.

I told Danny what happened at the park.

And the next morning after Mom's angel routine--

Hold on, big shot.

This is the deal.

When you come home from school, you're going to go to the park

and you're going to thank Big Al for saving your lucky butt.

Or what?

Or I'm telling mom the whole story, about Dad's watch

and everything.

That's what.

Yo, what's up?

Thanks, man.

Thanks?

Thanks for what?

Yesterday, for helping me with those dudes.

When was this supposed to take place?

The guy with the knives.

Just before dark.

You ever see me here after 5 o'clock?

No.

That's just it, man You got the wrong person.

You must have been dreaming.

I swear it was him, man.

But if it wasn't Big Al, then who was it?

That question bothered me for years.

But I finally think I know the answer.

The two brothers were sure that it was Big Al who saved

Mark that day at the park.

Yes, Big Al's job records indicated

he was at work at the time he was seen on the playground.

Did some guardian angel take the form of Big Al

in order to protect Mark?

Was there someone else at the park that day

who resembled Big Al?

When you examine this story of the basketball court,

will you find something of substance?

Or is there nothing but net?

We'll tell you if this story

is true or false at the end of our show, but next--

You'll be a beautiful bride.

I am counting on you being there.

I wouldn't miss it.

You've been such dear to me.

There's something I want you to have.

A Dying woman's last wish turns out

to be more than anyone bargained for, on Beyond

Belief, Fact or Fiction.

The stuff of a lifetime, some sentimental , some frivolous,

some actually have worth.

They line shelves, decorate mantel pieces.

And when people pass on, the valuable items are

handed down to their families.

The others usually get thrown out in the trash.

Mildred Grayson knows that she's going to die.

She also knows that her small family

is about to descend upon her home to gather

the stuff of her life.

It's a family reunion inspired not by love, but by greed.

When the doctors told Mrs. Grayson there

was nothing more they could do, she

decided to spend her remaining days here at home.

For the last five months, I was her live-in nurse

and constant companion.

In that time, she and I had grown to be very good friends.

Well, your blood pressure is just fine.

How are you feeling?

Old.

Let's do this pill, and I'll put on some tea.

I like that.

We girls mustn't miss our tea time.

Certainly not.

When I first thought of getting into nursing

as a profession, I was afraid the worst

part would be dealing with patients who were at the end.

To my surprise I not only found working with these people

to be the most rewarding, it often

held the biggest surprises.

That was definitely the case with Mildred Grayson.

That is such a wonderful picture of you two.

There's so much love there.

53 years worth.

I have a confession to make.

The person who is making my wedding dress,

I'm having her design it exactly the same as yours.

You'll be a beautiful bride.

I am counting on you being there.

I wouldn't miss it.

You've been such a dear to me.

There's something I want you to have.

There's no time to talk about that now.

You always change the subject.

Right now, you have visitors.

Now, are you good and comfortable?

Your children are here.

They don't even publish this one anymore.

I can't believe the condition of this place.

When the time comes, we'll be lucky to get a broker to list

this shack as a fixer upper.

It's not like we've been around much to help.

You know, Mother could have moved to a retirement

home years ago.

You know her.

No place had room enough for her little treasures.

I wonder whatever possessed her to hang onto this stuff?

Or any of it.

That woman never could say no to a flea market.

Yes?

Your mother is awake now.

Mrs. Grayson appreciated these infrequent visits

from her daughters, although they always seemed to be

brief and somewhat strained.

You look well.

I know how I look.

Thank you anyway.

The grandkids send their love.

Brandy's pregnant.

Going to make you a great-grandma.

I'm going to start the tea.

Thank you, dear.

So did the doctor give you a new prescription.

You said he was going to change pills.

That was two months ago.

Oh.

Beverley took care of it.

As for me, I didn't mind them,

as long as they left me alone.

I was just about to bring the tea up.

Actually, Mother, mentioned something

she wanted me to discuss with you.

Oh, yes.

She has some old jewelry set aside

that she wants you to have.

Oh, that's very kind--

The only problem, she can't remember where she put it.

For all I know, she gave it away years ago.

Well, the gift isn't necessary.

I do appreciate the thought.

That was very sweet.

She insists that you take something

from the house as a memento.

You know Mother can be quite inflexible about what

she wants.

I like to think she is quite persistent.

You know what, your mother and I have had

some very nice visits over tea.

So maybe this old kettle would be just the thing.

The kettle?

Yes.

Well, whatever.

The kettle it is.

That night, just after 2:00

AM, I'd come down to check on Mrs. Grayson

and discovered she had passed away peacefully in her sleep.

Now, some 10 hours later, it was still sinking in.

Oh, Beverly.

I know this is all happening very fast,

but we do have our own families to get home to.

Of course.

What I'm saying is that the carpet

cleaners are coming tomorrow.

I understand.

I really don't have much to pack.

If you need more time--

No, no, no.

I can be out by the morning.

Well, help yourself to anything you want.

It's all headed for the trash as far as I'm concerned.

Mrs. Grayson had often spoken

of her long and happy marriage.

So for me this seemed like the perfect memento.

I thought I might even put it on my own wedding cake.

That night, the tea kettle woke me

from a sound sleep, which was very strange, because I

was sure I'd turned it off.

When I came downstairs, I found the oddest thing.

The stove had somehow

turned itself on, causing the water in the kettle to boil.

The steam from the kettle had melted the base

of the wedding cake figures.

In the melted wax there were two diamond earrings.

What in the world?

They must have been hidden inside.

The earrings turned out to be worth thousands of dollars.

I'm sure this was the jewelry that Mrs.

Grayson wanted me to have.

The fact that Beverly happened to select

the hidden treasure of trash could

have been just a coincidence.

But then what about the stove turning on by itself

to heat up the tea kettle?

There had been no problem with the stove ever

reported prior to that night.

Did Mildred Grayson actually reach out from beyond death

to reward Beverly?

Maybe this story is a work of fiction, false in every way.

Or perhaps like those little wedding

figures were merely concealing the truth.

Next, you'll find out which of our stories are true

and which are false when Beyond Belief, Fact or Fiction.

It's time to find out which of tonight's stories

are inspired by actual events and which

are total works of fiction.

How about the story of the man who

was haunted by the fellow with a coffin, true or false?

It's very comfy.

Yeah, I'm sure it is.

You really shouldn't try it.

My card.

Later, I got to go.

When it's time to go, you've got to go.

Did you think this story really happened?

Not this time.

It's false.

How did you judge the story of the mysterious woman

at the buss stop?

Fact or fiction?

Out of her savings, Terri bought me a new bike.

Can you believe it?

This is you?

Yeah.

Let's see, that picture was taken about a month

before Terri's accident.

So I guess you must've been one of her students, huh?

You were maybe what, a freshman?

It's hard to believe it's been almost eight years since Terri

passed away.

Was this story of a ghostly Cupid

inspired by a real occurrence?

No way.

We made it up.

Now let's look back at the story

of the pre-med student who unknowingly

saved his girlfriend's father.

You save my life, son.

You're going to make a terrific doctor one day.

Oh, baby, thank god you're here.

Come here, sweetheart.

Excuse me, please.

Your father is going to be all right

thanks to this fine young man.

Is this story of fortuitous timing

based on an actual event?

Yes, it was.

It happened according to first hand interviews conducted

by author Robert Tralins.

Let's take a look at the tale of the playground

that seemed to be protected by some angelic spirit.

Yo, what's up?

Thanks, man.

Thanks?

Thanks for what?

Yesterday, for helping me with those dudes.

When was this supposed to take place?

The guy with the knives.

Just before dark.

You ever see me here after 5 o'clock?

Was this story inspired by an actual event?

Yes, it was.

The story of the wedding cake dolls

that concealed a valuable treasure, real or unreal?

Oh, I was just about to bring the tea up.

Actually, Mother mentioned something she

wanted me to discuss with you.

Oh, yes.

She has some old jewelry set aside

that she wants you to have.

Oh, that's very kind.

The problem is she can't remember where she put it.

For all I know she gave it away years ago.

Well, a gift isn't really necessary.

The story of the surprise gift from beyond

is inspired by an actual event.

A similar story took place according

to first hand interviews conducted

by author Robert Tralins.

Were you able to receive the truth tonight?

As we found, it takes more than logic.

It takes instinct, luck, and a basic trust

that some things can't be proven.

They're purely beyond belief.

I'm Jonathan Frakes.

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