[i]~The hand in his own feels warm. So warm. Not like the cold world around them. He shivers slightly, just now realizing how cold it's become. The rain turns to mist as a sound echoes out in the dull light. He looks to Zach, the young man so strong and solid before his eyes.

The sound rings out again, and he looks. A movement, he stares, a little dog trotting up. Not letting go of Zach's hand he scoops up the little fluffy beast. 

“We should not be here.”

He looks around the area, the mist obliterating the sight of the destroyed building s and torn up streets.

“We should go somewhere nicer.”

He holds tight to the two other figures with him as he begins walking, and moments later the arrive at a doorway. This doorway has very colorful glass doors in it, the light from above becoming brighter until at last a rainbow seems to stream out from behind it. The man's grip becomes tighter on Zach's fingers as he walks through the door without opening it. 

On the other side is a beautiful park, with flowers growing in bunches all over the place. Setting the dog down and releasing Zach the priest rushes forward, his clothes ripple off into a casual pair of cargo shorts and a very loos fitting white t-shirt. He laughs light, the fear from before now completely gone as he runs across the plush grass before collapsing happily against it. He lays on his back, the sun above somehow dimmed as to not be bright in his eyes while still lighting up the entire area warmly. He looks over to Zach with a smile and motions for him to join in the fun.~[/i]