Jesus Christ is dying on the cross...

... and his disciples are gathered around, crying.

Peter, looks up and notices that Jesus seems to be calling him, "Peter, Peter, come!". Peter rushes over to the cross, only to have his right arm cut off by the roman guard. He gets up and wants to return to the other disciples when he hears Jesus calling again, "Peter, Peter, come!" So, again Peter tries to climb the cross to get to his lord, when the roman soldier draws his sword and chops Peter's other arm off. Peter is getting a little pissed and wants to go back to his buddies, but again Jesus screams for him. The roman guard can't believe that Peter is trying yet AGAIN to climb to the cross, and chops off a leg this time. Peter is now covered in blood and demented from the blood loss and wants to call it a day. Jesus hoarsly croaks, "Peter, please, come to me!" By now, the roman gurad has had enough and lops off peters other leg. Lying in a pool of blood he can hear the faint voice of his lord and saviour calling to him. The guard overcome by some emotion akin to sympathy, decides to let Peter be. The faithful disciple struggles to climb the cross, dragging himself by his chin, and after a long while he finally arrives at his Lord's side. Hurting, suffering, bleeding, Peter looks into his Master's eyes with love and wonderment (and a little anger) and asks, "yes, my Lord. What is it?" Jesus smiles lovingly and looks off into the distance as a weak smile plays across his face, "peter, Peter, look, I can see your house from here!"