Father Walter slept in a bit late the next day. The events of the prior night had taken it out of him. By the time he got up, got dressed, and checked his e-mail, the meeting he was invited to was about to start. He read through the e-mail and replied that he would be more than happy to attend such an event. He quickly poured himself some coffee and grabbed a bagel for the road.

As the priest walked towards the large double doors that fronted the church, he passed by the thin, willowy shadow of his ward. Lucas watched him warily, not wanting to be left alone again. It seemed that, even in his own bedroom, he wasn't safe. Of course, Father Walter knew nothing of the visitor last night. 

"I won't be gone long," The elder man promised. "Just...try to stay out of trouble. There's some new books in the library if you would like to read them." 

Lucas shrunk back into the doorway he had emerged from. He peaked around the corner as Father Walter left, going out to his old sedan to head over to the Episcopalian church that was only a few blocks away. He drove up into the parking lot not too long later. He was dressed in a crisp white dress shirt and a black blazer, matched with dress pants. The collar around the neck of his shirt, black with a little white piece in the front, was the only indication of his occupation. He walked up to the church, pausing to admire the architecture. He'd honestly never been this up close to the place before; he'd never had a reason to be. 

He walked up the steps to the large front door, still in good shape for a man his age. He paused at the door, not sure if he should knock or not. Probably not, they probably wouldn't hear him. He pushed the large wooden door open and stepped inside.