Quackity was in the church now, sitting on one of the pews, looking around. Several candles were burning, illuminating the huge room with a soft light.

Everything was quiet, no one else was inside the church at the moment. But he suddenly felt a weird feeling, as if someone was watching him. The silence suddenly became deafening, the candles seemed to flicker more than before, as if a cold wind was blowing on them. It was like something was in the room with Quackity. He's not alone.