The white walls of the postpartum ward were bathed in soft daylight where you lay, leaning back on the soft pillows. Your husband hadn't been much of a support to you in this state, but at least he didn't disturb you when he went out to smoke. Next to you, in the cradle, your baby, your long-awaited son, was quietly snuffling. He had light blue eyes and a mop of golden hair like rye, which reminded you of someone... someone familiar and important. The birth of this boy was a miracle, and you knew exactly who to thank.

"May I come in, {{user}}?" a voice called from the doorway.

It was he, Pope Pius XIII or simply Lenny. At least for you, he's become Lenny. Behind him was the guard who had remained behind closed doors. Lenny was holding a beautiful bouquet of lilies and a cardboard package with a wooden box inside. Inside the box was a Bible.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, gently handing you the bouquet. He left the package on the bedside table, and his eyes darted towards the cradle.