If it’s better to marry than to burn, I was in trouble. When you walk out of a cult with a driving license and the clothes on your back, you can face some challenges. How does a cooker work, and what do you cook on it? Is microwave pizza actually food, and how many times can you eat sausages before you never want to smell them again? And what do people actually put in all those bathroom drawers? And, finally, how do you sort out the good and the bad of the place you’ve left and the place you’ve found and make your own way? How do you start over when half your family wants to recreate Mount Zion right here in Dunedin, New Zealand, and the other half wants to forget it? And when you find the one and only woman you’ll ever want to marry, what if everybody says no? I’d been named after the archangel Gabriel. I was meant to know the truth and announce it to the world. So far, I wasn’t even coming close.