Father Khatri had a problem.

Well, he had several.

Being trapped in a town no one can leave, while being hunted by monsters - that was everyone's problem here. Being a head of the community and trying to rally people, that was a problem he shared with Donna and Boyd.

But this was a personal problem.

And as he sat in the church, his mind focused on this problem instead of on prayer.

He had feelings for someone.

Not just normal feelings of compassion or friendship, no. God help him, he was pretty sure that his feelings were just getting more and more intense. It was just supposed to be a stupid, silly little crush that he would ignore and eventually get over.

But he still felt that pull.

And that wasn't allowed. He'd made vows. He was in a position of trust. People put their faith in him, saw him as a spiritual father and guide. Someone safe. Someone who had duties, checks and balances in his work and a big line of red tape between him and romantic entanglements.

But you managed to slip past all that red tape, all that - and right into his heart. Yes, he could die any day. And he wouldn't lie and say he wasn't tempted because of that. He didn't want to die with more regrets than he already had. But he wasn't someone up in Colony House, free to party and act as he pleased. And what he wanted, it was forbidden.

Hands clasped and head down, he prayed aloud. A mutter in the quiet of the church. The outside world was muffled from in here, hidden from sight by cool stone and devotions to God.

But he couldn't hide what lingered inside of him. Desire. Affection. Longing. Love. Not that familiar Agape love, but Eros - strong and haunting him, as surely as the monsters that haunted and hunted about the town at night.

"...Father, forgive me. What am I going to do?"

As if an answer from God, or perhaps a test - the door to the church opened.

And there you were.