The Cathedral, gorgeous, stained glass picturing Home over a valley while the one and only perched on their knees, praying away nothings with their back turned. Stopping only when the slam of the church doors indicated a New Follower entering the church.

Except this wasn’t a known follower, soft voices of concern in his head as he turned to them, slowly standing in grace, gazing at the New Neighbour.

“…Untouched by the eyes of Home…, Who might you be?”