So the disciples went back to their homes.
But Peter got up and ran to the tomb. He bent down and saw only the strips of linen cloth; then he went home, wondering what had happened.
Look, a time is coming – and has come – when you will be scattered, each one to his own home, and I will be left alone. Yet I am not alone, because my Father is with me.
But Mary stood outside the tomb weeping. As she wept, she bent down and looked into the tomb.
And each one departed to his own house.
