Draped in the mantle of power after his sacrifice to the Holy Spirit, the Pentecostal cleric Dan Wheeler arrived at Amersham station shortly before midnight - moments before the 11:55 train came whining to a stop along the deserted platform.  Dressed in the usual garb of his office - black pants, black short-sleeved dress shirt and white clerical collar - Wheeler might have looked out of place surrounded by the dross of the train station, and this physical dissimilarity echoed in their auras: Amersham station seemed to pulse with a sickly dark energy that sapped light from the peripheries, threatening to subsume the center; while Wheeler carried his own energies, bestowed upon him by the Holy Spirit, rippling within him like corded muscle beneath flesh, like a rip tide beneath a calm ocean surface.<br/><br/>But there were other lights in the darkness, lights that stood out to the cleric's heightened aural senses.  None held the same 'flavor' as his own Pentecostal glow, but in potency and determinacy there were powers here that equaled his, perhaps even surpassed.  These forces had gathered somewhat together near one of the overhead structure's pillars as though the various auras they possessed were like strange attractors.  Wheeler felt compelled to join as well - either these men and women were like him eager to investigate the peculiarities of this mass 'kidnapping,' or they were in some way connected to the events.  Either way he would meet them head on - while draped in the mantle of the Holy Spirit, subtlety was not one of the cleric's modi operandi.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">...none the less, we should go, if, my hunch is correct, some of you might be here for similar reasons... if so, I would gladly offer any aid.</span>"  This said by a man dressed in fine fashion, exuding a sleek elegance that was both exotic and modern.  The man then turned toward the train, as did several of the others.<br/><br/>"Should we be boarding this train?" Wheeler voiced his concerns to those remaining, but pitching his voice loud enough for the others already heading toward the train car to hear.  "I don't think it's the one that was attacked - but even if it were, shouldn't we search<span style="font-style: italic">between </span>the stations for clues?"  He failed to make any introduction but somehow that didn't seem out of place, as though the strangeness of the unfolding events made such normal interactions unnecessary.  The idea of searching the tracks didn't appeal to Wheeler; even draped in the mantle of the Holy Spirit the prospect of venturing into the darkness of the rail system in the small hours of the morning, whether in the open air or throughout the many tunnels the tracks passed through, filled him with a sense of foreboding that bordered on dread.  But, like with a toothache that his tongue couldn't stop probing however painful, he would prod at the source of his unease, somehow hoping it would provide relief.<br/><br/>As he spoke, however, Wheeler walked toward the same car the others were approaching.  He wasn't eager to search the tracks alone.  If any volunteered to join him - an odd idea he knew, to join a complete stranger in searching darkened railway expanses after midnight - then he would set off on the search as soon as the train pulled away.  If no one wished to join him however, then he too would board the train, for the cleric could tell that these men and women would be of great aid in his search for answers.<br/><br/>As he walked Wheeler fished out the small metal crucifix from where it rested against his chest, tucked beneath his shirt.  He gave it a quick kiss as he made a silent prayer, feeling the comforting stirring of power within him.  His sacrifice earlier tonight had bestowed upon him the<span style="font-style: italic">charismata</span>, the gifts of the Holy Spirit, but such powers lasted for only so long, depending on time and how much he drew from them.  Whatever happened tonight, either aboard the train car or on foot between the two stations, Wheeler hoped that he proved up to the task that had been set before him.