[ WP ] A doctor in a mental health facility takes three men who all believe themselves to be Jesus of Nazareth and puts them in the same room .

Jeffery closed the door behind him and stepped out into the hallway. He was hurried in his movements, and would have been running if he thought it would n't disturb the patients. Or the orderlies, for that matter. Nobody likes a running doctor. 
 
 Jesus had been here long before the good doctor had transferred in. The first Jesus, anyway. The second had come nearly a year after the doctor. In the world of delusions, believing yourself to be Jesus is hardly enough to lock someone away. The facility here was more of a resort. No violent patients, it probably saw less trouble than the average retirement home. But now, it had two Jesus's. And then there was three. 
 
 What struck Dr Jeffery Jones as odd, however, was n't that three men claimed to be the same person named Jesus of Nazareth. It was that the three men were all named after the apostles. Mark John, Phillip Thomas and James Matthew sat in the otherwise empty room, and if he did n't hurry, he was going to miss whatever they had to say to each other. 
 
 It was risky, of course, to do this. Three men with similar delusions would never be allowed in the same room under normal circumstances. Three men with conflicting delusions even more so, for surely there can be only one Jesus of Nazareth. But they had done it anyway. They tried introducing them to each other in the presence of Dr Jones, but that had failed. not one word, did they say to each other. 
 
 So now he was hurrying, hurrying to were he could watch them without being present in the room. He just about burst through the door into the observation room, startling his assistant as he always did. Passion, he had once said, had no substitute in anything in life, including work. She sighed at him, and shook her head. 
 
 `` How are they?'' 
 
 She frowned. 
 
 `` They? You made it very clear to empty the room before we let Jesus in, Doctor Jones.'' 
 
 He sighed, now, shaking his head. 
 
 `` Very funny, Abigail. Whats going on?'' 
 
 He made his way to the window, and frowned through the glass. Where there should have been three chairs, there was only one. 
 
 `` He's just been sitting there. What's the joke?'' 
 
 He frowned again. 
 
 `` Where are the other two?'' 
 
 `` The other two what?'' 
 
 `` Jesus's.'' 
 
 Now Abigail was frowning. 
 
 `` There's only one Jesus, Jeff. There's always only been one Jesus.'' 
 
 He looked back at her puzzled expression before looking back through the glass. Mark John looked back at him. No, maybe it was Philip Thomas, or was it James Matthew? The lights were too bright to tell. Jesus smiled up at the doctor, and his breath caught in his throat. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
