It's for the better. I hope miss Naoto takes good care of Nill while we're not in that place to do so... I think she will. She seems very fond of the little Angel.

I wonder if we're missing at all. Has it ever been explained? Do we leave our homes for as long as it feels like we are here? People have left and been brought back, I've heard. How does it work?

This isn't the purgatory I've always spoken of, and it feels like a rather cheap imitation. I'm almost glad, though! At least I can make it into a form of purgatory, hm~?

I'm sorry about my absences as of late, I've been trying to learn the new territory, since Haine is a most unreliable seeing eye companion.

...no offense, Badou.

...Lily, Reira, Mello? Are you all still well?

I believe I'll offer to speak in church on a regular basis once more. I've got time to catch up for.

...now to figure out exactly where I am. I think that's the fountain, to my right...

Hm. This place is so much like home, it's almost enough to make one sick. Glory be, such a call for bloodshed... maybe I'm not the only person God doesn't like. Purgatory...

But, now's not the time for philosophy, is it?

Badou. Heine. Nill. Lily. Reiko. Mello. Are you all safe?

If anyone is in need of shelter during this... trying time, the church is a sanctuary and will remain as such to my dying breath.

Hmph. And I had such a lovely sermon in mind for this morning... ah, well. Such are the cards and the Will.

Heine Rammsteiner.

Either you show up at a place of my choosing, or I will hunt you down and drag you by your ear.

Your sisters are growing sorrowful, and I refuse to tolerate it any longer. I know I taught you the meaning of punctuality; don't reflect like this, now.

Quickly, now.

I see where her frustration comes from, though it's not justified, all besides...

::filtered from Nill, Giovanni, and Mother::

-shuffling this time, and there's a young female voice asking 'Are you telling him yet?' with a return of 'Yes, little one, just as soon as-- oh, it's ready. Shh, now.'-

Heine.

From the fountain, go north, and then to the right. We're waiting for you. Bring food, as long as you didn't cook it. Or bring Badou, either or works.

Young Female Voice: -quizzically-Are we going to eat Badou?

Huh? No, no, Badou actually knows how to make food that's not a new sub-genre of poison, Lily-dear. Heine... not so much. But he's got other qualities! I just... uh, yes, other qualities, I promise.

Lily: -a soft giggle-He'll hurry, right?

He'd better, or I'm going to find him and the by-the-ear dragging shall commence. Grown or not, Heine, punctuality will always be important.

Quickly now. We're waiting.

The clock tower.

Which way is that from the river? I need to be there... as of twenty minutes ago, to be honest, but.

What in the world has struck this place tonight? What a mess, what an absolute mess...

Angel. I'm coming, I promise.

Of all the times to consider her proposal, now isn't it. Decisions in haste are foolish. -post terminates after that mumble-

...I've heard of throwing the book at someone, but I never quite imagined I would be assaulted by bibles. I feel almost betrayed. I can't be that much of a nuisance to Him, can I?

So, if this isn't a trickery of the resident higher ups, I wonder exactly what has turned the world upon it's ear.

That, or perhaps I grabbed the wrong bottle and am partaking in the after-effects one of Badou's particularly special bottle of rotgut, though I think I'm a little too clear headed for all of that...

Angel, are you alright? Perhaps we should stay inside.... perhaps I should, considering that I think I'm still being hunted by those rouge bibles. I wonder if exorcism would work on them....

...Heine, my friend, are you afraid that whomever it may be that has you in such a frenzied state will find you simply if you turn a computer on? I believe the remedy is tinfoil on the head, preferably in a conical shape...

Regardless of that, please, do not have a fit if you wake to discover Nill and myself gone. We'll be holding mass. You should come! A little outside time won't kill you. I think. My bad if it does?

Oh, yes, Mihael, and anyone else who might be interested in attending church, we'll be gathering at ten in the morning, or whatever it is that serves as morning. No sun... how bizarre, and unpleasant.

I'm guessing there's not really a place to purchase sacramental wine and the host on the upper level, so I suppose we'll have to make do... do they sell wheat flour up there? And pure grape wine? If anyone could find out and acquire some for me, I'd be very grateful and would pay you back in any way I could, or as soon as I had the funds to make up for it.

I think today will be pleasantly busy.

You know, Heine, cracking in a window in that house isn't going to kill anyone. Neither is making Badou go outside, and I know you have the technology to shoo him and keep him shooed. Even if you don't, I believe in you. Really. Be kind to the people who aren't used to the constant smog of early death, hm?

Also, the next person to come in and muck about with the order of things in my room will have the item that trips me smacked against their head. You've been warned, my lambs.

That's all beside the point, though~ I do believe that I wish to partake in what passes for fresh air in purgatory. Would you like to accompany, angel? I have a feeling if I went with Heine, he'd let me walk into the river.

Although, Heine, you are free to come if you'd like. You could show me around this place! Maybe point me in the direction of the local church. Something less fretful, more of use.

...I still can't believe I've walked into purgatory. I wonder if someone spiked the water. Or maybe I should have found my calling in being a betting man... I could make a lot of money on my lucky guesses.

Ah, well. We'll see, pardon the expression, now won't we~?

Well, this isn't where I was intended for. Perhaps I took a right where I meant left... tsk, tsk, this will not do.

Let's see... four alleyways, then a left, proceed to the very end of the block-- no, no, I should be well on my way and in the right direction. Ah, well! We all make mistakes, hm?

So, would anyone be so kind as to point an old holy man in the direction he needs to be going? I managed to flag a girl down, but she just led me to the terminal and left. Strange, public terminals... sturdy feeling, if nothing else. But I digress!

A little help would be much appreciated!