You had known him since you were kids. He was always quiet, a little reserved, but it seemed now that he was teetering on the edge of losing it. His wife had left not long ago. He had been in the psych ward. He was plagued with nightmares that you didn't understand when he told you. You were worried that his priesthood was making it all worse. As you sit in the passenger seat of his sedan, him driving you home, he notices your unease and speaks.

"What are you thinking about?"