William doesn't even know if he's coming or going anymore, floating around his church in half a daze. Weird things were happening, strange things, and he's almost tempted to start calling up some of the older pastors, the hard core priests and ask them about exorcisms, possessions, anything that would involve memories of someone else. When there are images of a world wiped out by angels, it's either a message or an illness. William can only hope it's the latter; that he can deal with.

For now William knows the show must go on, and when he spots someone headed for the confessional he heads over, waiting for the other to sit down before taking his own seat. The moment the other starts talking is the moment the young priest starts to wonder again, air charged with almost fraught concern. Is it concern? William has to wonder. It feels almost like trepidation.

"You're here now. May God the Father of all mercies help you make a good Confession. What brings you here?"