When Milo returned to the church, Jared was waiting there. He was often the priest there, listening to confession and sharing the good Word with the humans that came and went, particularly on Sundays of course. However, there wasn't a soul in sight, and he gasped when he saw Milo entered, looking weary and down trodden. He came forward, grasping Milo's arms gently. "You were gone for a week. Are you alright? What happened?" he asked, concerned. Jared helped him towards the holy water basin and sat him down, unless Milo objected. "I tried reaching you but something was blocking me."<br/><br/>~~<br/><br/>Samuel didn't wake for two days. Michael had enabled him to heal, however slowly, and be freed from worry. At least for a small time. Finally, Sam stirred to the steady beeping of the heart monitor, which was odd and foreign to him. He smelled something funny and harsh on his nose, and his eyes fluttered open. There was something under his nose, and he reached up to scratch it away, but then there was a tugging on his arm. The last time he had been on earth was over a hundred years ago. So nothing was familiar. His other hand moved to examine what was tugging on him, finding a tube that led further away than he could reach.<br/><br/>He also felt something sharp, but didn't think it would be smart to pull it out. He sat back against the uncomfortable pillows, wondering where he was. Then something squeezed his arm, quite uncomfortable. "What," he started quietly, reaching to pull it off of him.