[Father Gregory Wilson]
Gregory walks through the doors of the gate, wondering if anyone is there when he suddenly finds himself back inside the church. He was in the chapel of his church, with the same plain wooden walls and wooden pews with the altar at the far end. It was almost as if he had been dreaming, but he knew for a fact that he wasn't sleeping -- hadn't been sleeping as of late and it was obviously starting to get to him.
The watch he was wearing beeped at him, looking down he saw that it was time for tea with the auxillary to talk about fundraising for the fall. A bunch of elderly women nattering on about bake sales and book drives. It was inside the hall next to the rectory.