Father Black sat in the small room in All Hollow's Church he'd claimed for himself. Sunproofed by the previous owners for just such an occasion, it was damn sure better than sleeping in the soil. Once again, he had shed his comfortable biker gear for something a little more suitable to his position, nice suit, signet ring, clerical collar, all was in place. He sat at the plain writing desk, studying his worn, leather-bound copy of The Testament and a pair of comfortable chairs sat on the opposite side of the desk. The Mother Superior would be arriving soon and he had been preparing himself for her questions. God willing, he thought, she'll like the answers.
Now, all that was left to do was wait.