Ben was a bit unnerved by this all. He had never had any trouble getting around, his sense of direction was, until this day, unmatched. But when he departed to find the goddamned church, he must've gotten lost a thousand times. Then there was the Deacon, an encounter he still didnt fully understand. Not to mention the speaking of 'his friend'. He was fairly sure he heard the Deacon mention other people's 'friends' as well, and wasn't quite sure what to make of that.

Yet there he stood, at the front door of the church. Why, exactly? He had told himself that it was for answers, but he wasn't able to quite convince himself of that. Some other premonition had forced him to come, almost as of Flush had been pushing him to it. Speaking of, he hadn't been spotted since the hotel diner, rather uncharacteristic. Though at first the visits were few, Ben felt that they had grown quite a bit of a bond, and eventually popped up far more frequently.

Ben let out a heavy sigh, walking through the door, entering the rather quaint church. He only noticed two people in the church, The Deacon. Something Blue, wasn't it? As well as the man from beforehand in the hotel diner, one of the men who Blue had mentioned having a 'friend', if he remembered correctly.

"Hey there, Bundie. Come here often?" He asked, approaching the darker skinned man. "I caught you back at the Hawkeye Inn diner this morning, didn't I? Ah, even if I did, you probably didn't notice me." He said, trailing off a bit. He took a quick look at the table of food. [i]'Are those mice?'[/i] he thought to himself, before looking away, a bit disgusted. He stole a quick glance over at the Deacon, as he straightened his Navy blue tie, tucking it neatly under his checkered suit.