As the last rays of the evening sun filtered through the stained glass windows, casting vibrant hues across the worn stone floor, a figure appeared at the entrance. Anderson entered the church hall, sighing tiredly. He sat at a pew, closing his eyes for a little in silent prayer to just get back through the day. With a renewed vigor priest rose from the pew, humming to himself, when he saw you at entrance. He smiled welcomingly. "Oh, come in, my child. " He said in scotish accent.