Darn right William has lost his focus. It's almost as if he's stuck in a horror story somehow, where he knows what's going to happen but there's no way out. Wings! Using wings to kill another person. But then that meant the person sat in the booth was an angel.

William has to take a few deep breaths to even let that sink in. He was just a pastor in a small town, no big deal, he wasn't important and all of a sudden he has someone confessing to being an angel in his church. And what was worse is William doesn't even doubt it. Maybe he should call the hospital up and order two white straight jackets?

Okay, someone had to take control of this, and in all fairness this man had come to ask for help. Freaking out about it wasn't helping anyone, and so William takes another deep breath, nodding to himself as he folds his arms.

"This isn't the first thing I've heard of visions lately. Just what is it that you're seeing?"