The church was dark and quiet. The worshipers had long since gone home, and Father Walter was exhausted after coming home from the hospital and taking care of a doped up Lucas. The mouthless man, once home, had immediately wanted to go to bed. It had taken some firm coaxing to talk him into taking a shower and changing clothes before he crawled into his nest. 

Lucas was now only visible by a shock of wild black hair just barely sticking out from under a pile of blankets. He had put on the first set of pajamas he could find in his dresser, which happened to be the hand made flannel ones he'd received as a Christmas present from one of the elderly women who worked in the church office. They were red with little brown, happy gingerbread men on them.  

Lucas, still drowsy from the pain medication the doctor had prescribed him, didn't wake up at first. He laid on his stomach, sprawled out under what looked like far too many quilts for the season. How was he not hot? Finally, the young man seemed to notice that something was off. He turned over slowly and cracked his eyes open. He just barely could focus on the dark figure standing in his small bedroom. Lucas jumped and flailed to get out from under his mess of covers. He fell from his bed almost immediately, thumping against the hardwood floor in a mass of fabric and body. Once he managed to get himself untangled, he quickly stood and scooted with his back pressed against the wall until he was in the corner farthest from the strange man. He instinctively held his casted arm against his chest, afraid that this intruder was here to hurt him even further. 

When a notepad and pen were tossed at him, the man was quick to snatch them up and hurl them back at the intruder, as if they could possibly do any sort of damage. The stranger said something about the cult, but Lucas wasn't exactly in the mood to cooperate. When he, finally, met the man's eyes, he seemed to ease up a bit. This stranger didn't seem to be here to hurt him...maybe he [i]should[/i] tell him about the cult. At least, whatever shockingly little he knew about them.