Then the disciples went away again to themselves.
And Peter arose and ran to the tomb, and stooping down he saw the linens lying alone. And he went away wondering to himself at what had happened.
Behold, the hour comes, yea, has now come, that you will be scattered, each man to his own things, and you will leave Me alone. And yet I am not alone, because the Father is with Me.
But Mary stood outside of the tomb, weeping. And as she wept, she stooped down into the tomb.
And they each went to his own house.
