Recognizing some familiar faces in the crowd, you decide to join their ranks.

As the assembly approaches the twelve men, lanterns and torches light up the face of their leader. Lines of sorrow and suffering crease his forehead, and yet at the same time, a light of determination shines in his eyes. Certainly this confrontation was not unforeseen by him.

It is to this man that Judas, the leader of the group you've joined, hastens. The two exchange what appear to be friendly greetings, although Judas seems melodramatic as he kisses his master. A man next to you observes, "That's the sign. It must be him." The others nod in silent agreement.

Jesus, almost ignoring his disciple, addresses the assembly of soldiers and officials, saying, "Who is it that you want?"

A couple of soldiers simultaneously answer, "Jesus of Nazareth."

"I am he."

Suddenly, you feel an overwhelming force knock you backward. You see nothing, you hear nothing; you just abruptly lose your ability to stand. As you pick yourself up from the cold ground, you notice that the same thing must have happened to everyone else in the large crowd. Dozens of men, many of them trained soldiers, were simply flattened by an unseen force. The only ones left standing are Jesus and the eleven with him. Even Judas has fallen backwards.

Once everyone has risen again to his feet, the man repeats his question, "Who are you looking for?"

"Jesus of Nazareth," comes the reply, although with slightly less conviction this time.

"I told you that I am he," says Jesus. Pointing to his followers behind him, he continues, "If you are looking for me, let these men go."

As the soldiers move forward to arrest Jesus, his disciples come to life. A few of them ask, "Lord, shall we strike them with our swords?" One of them, however, doesn't wait for an answer. He quickly draws his sword from his sheath and attacks the nearest opponent. His aim, fortunately, is terrible, and he only succeeds in chopping off the man's ear.

"No more of this!" warns Jesus. "Put your sword back in its place. All who draw the sword will die by the sword. Do you think I cannot call on my Father, and he will at once put at my disposal more than twelve legions of angels? But then how would the Scriptures be fulfilled that say it must happen in this way?"

As his disciple puts away his sword, Jesus reaches out and touches the wounded man's ear. When he removes his hand, no trace of the injury exists. An audible gasp goes up from everyone present.

The Galileean now turns his attention to the crowd: "Am I leading a rebellion, that you have come out with swords and clubs to capture me? Every day I was with you, teaching in the temple courts, and you did not arrest me. But the Scriptures must be fulfilled."

As the soldiers return to their duty of arresting Jesus, the eleven disciples flee in panic, scattering in every direction.

Try and follow the disciples.
Remain with the crowd.