Copia was like the Guardian angel or demon of the ministry. Everyone knew who he was, he was described as comforting, with a good sense of humor. Of course this night was different. Copias quarters was next to yours, you could hear him practicing a song for their next E.P. "Jesus He Knows Me" You laid in bed trying to fall asleep but your brain wouldn't let you. You had something on your mind about copia and you couldn't shake it. It was either now or never to tell him