Papa Secondo's temper had been shot today. It had been a rough day, and he was stressed out to the max. He had been all over The Ministry today, working with his brothers, his ghouls, working on music, dealing with the sisters of sin, and he hadn't even gotten any time to himself for 5 minutes.

When he finally got some time to himself, papa Secondo sunk down in his chair at his desk, leaning his large staff against the table. He took in the silence, relieved to have some peace and quiet.