A/N: This is the last chapter, it's long, and lots happens! Thanks for reading!

Peter woke in Arvid's old apartment. Helga was watching him, making sure nothing happened. "Water..." Peter gasped. Helga got him a glass, and cradled him into a sitting position so he could sip. Then she fed him a small square of toast.

"If you have too much at one time, you can die." she told him bluntly. "Your stomach isn't used to regular food." Peter nodded weakly and drifted back to sleep.

Days went by like this. Helga slowly nursing Peter back to health, and both friends wondering if Thomas was okay.

"Berger--we've got another cart for the ovens." Thomas's superior instructed him to take the cart to the ovens and help the men there burn the bodies. Thomas almost retched at the sight and smell of death. "Still green, Berger?" his superior chuckled.

"No, Sir!" Thomas replied, saluting. Then he completed his task.

That night, he stole away early from his shift, and traveled to Helga's apartment. She let him in after he softly gave the signal he'd never forgotten--"It Don't Mean A Thing."

"How is Peter?" Thomas asked as the pair mounted the stairs.

"Better." Helga said. "Much better than he was." They entered the room where Peter lay on the bed.

"Peter!" Thomas crossed the room and enveloped his best friend in a gentle hug.

"Thomas..." Tears were in Peter's eyes.

"What's wrong?" Thomas asked.

"Nothing...I'm glad you're safe, Thomas. So glad. Thank you for everything."

"You shouldn't be worrying about my safety, Peter." Thomas said, his voice thick. "It's because of me that you were ever in danger."

"No, Thomas. It's all right. If I hadn't gone to the camp, I might never have become a Christian."

"You became a Christian?" Thomas asked in disbelief.

"Yes. And no matter what happens to me, I'm secure in Jesus." Peter told his friend, joyfully. "My soul is safe with Him."

"But..." Thomas protested. "A Christian? Peter, did you have to pick such an extreme religion?"

"It's not a religion, Thomas." Peter shook his head. "It's a faith--my faith."

"Oh, Peter. They brainwashed you!"

"Do you think the Nazis are Christians?"

"Well, the Christians are against Jews, aren't they?"

"No!" Peter shook his head in frustration. "Christianity is rooted in Judaism. I was saved through a man in the camp, a Christian who hid Jews in his home for the past six years. He is holding onto life only to tell as many people he can about the truth. Otherwise, he would surrender and let Jesus take him home to Heaven."

"Oh." Thomas felt very small.

"Nazis aren't Christians. Christians love one another, and they even love their enemies. That would definitely rule out the Nazis as Christians."

"So why are you a Christian?"

"I believe that Jesus Christ came to earth in human form to save lost souls. He is our Salvation and Savior."

"Who else believes this nonsense?" Thomas asked.

"I do." Helga spoke for the first time since they had entered the room. "Peter led me to Christ not two days ago."

"Thomas, make the choice to follow Christ." Peter urged. "The man who led me to Christ, Johann, told me about a Bible verse that says if we confess with our mouths that Jesus is Lord, and believe in our hearts that God raised Him from the dead, we will be saved. The Bible is God's letter to his children, those who believe on his name."

"So all I need to do is believe?"

"That's all, Thomas. And you will be a new creation in Jesus."

"How do I confess with my mouth?"

"Speak directly to Him. He will listen."

"God, I believe that Jesus is Lord, and that he died and that You raised him from the dead, and I believe he will take me to Heaven when I die someday." Thomas prayed. He was immediately filled with a peace he'd never known before. It felt so comforting.

It didn't last long, though. There was pounding at the door. The police were there, and they arrested Thomas, Peter, and Helga. All three were imprisoned at Neuemgamme, along with Evey. The foursome were to stand trial, due to Peter and Evey's stepfathers' standing.

There wasn't much time, but all three Christians in the small group spoke to Evey every chance they got, and the day before the trial, Evey accepted Jesus as her Savior.

The trial was short, and not entirely fair. It resulted in the death of Peter, Thomas, and Helga, and the imprisonment of Evey. Evey lived through the war, and eventually emigrated to America, where she was welcomed into the tight-knit community of Chester County, Pennsylvania. Evey enjoyed visiting the county libraries, where she spoke about her concentration camp experience, about her salvation, and about her first love, Peter Muller.


Thanks so much for reading! If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I'm praying for you!