[i]~The warm hands on his back draws a sigh from the trembling priest. Something so comforting about the young man accepting his protection, or so it would seem. The rain continues to fall, the lightning still flashing through the sky, but somehow the sound is muted. All around, somehow, it all feels so familiar. However such thoughts fade as Zach pulls back and looks into his eyes.

The feelings there, as he speaks those words, settle a part of the man, and once again the scenery around them changes. This time however the change is more subtle. The rain, it lessens, the the lightning stops, replaced by the occasional roll of thunder only. It is still dark, the over cast sky letting little light through.

He smiles down warmly as the young man in his arms, the lightening in his mood evident on his face as he leans down, pressing his forehead to Zach's. 

“Thank you, Zach. Thank you. . .”

He lets the boy go and begins looking around the area. His fingers drag along crumbling cement torn off of nearby buildings. Great long gouges in the stone looking almost like claw marks. He shivers as he looks at them. 

“I think. . .This is a bad place. We shouldn't be here.”

He backs away, digging it's way to the surface. He moves away, the darkness deepening as he tries to escape. He reaches out for Zach, trying to get him to realize how dangerous it is. His memories, his dream, they begin to shift. Fear threatens to draw him away completely, crawling up his spine like a scorpion, just waiting to strike.[/i]