The St. Philip church, now old and rotten.
A priest sat on the stairs just before the front door, he held in his hand a teddy bear of a young child playing in front with her friends.
Their skin withered and torn, with rough bandages wrapping each length.
The front gate pushed open, and the Priest looked up to see two unfamiliar faces. This would be the tenth time in a year a new comer had arrived willingly, and without demand for help.
The priest got up to greet the strangers, his steps slow but steady, with a leap in his walking, signifying the aftereffect of an accident he had years ago.
".... What do I owe two good men this lovely morning?" Asked the Priest to Nicolas and Flynn, whose eyes watched the condition of the old church, without missing a single detail.
Something must have happened.
"Good morning! Please we would want to see the cemetery." Nicolas did the talking, with Flynn walking towards the children.
