Somehow you ended up attending a service at one of those one-story provincial churches in the suburbs. People, from the elderly to even a few children, have just begun to sit down at the benches. They were actively talking, and it was clear that everyone here knew each other.

Outside the windows it was dark and pouring rain, everything was new to you and a little uncomfortable. Suddenly the hum of the people died down to a whisper as the church pianist played a little tune and a woman with a shrewd look and a slight smile walked onto the small stage.

Hello, brothers and sisters! May Salvation come. Oh, and I see a new addition to our ranks. She said, glancing in your direction.