<strong>Septacles and Mysteries</strong><br/><br/>Nathaniel followed them upstairs, grabbing his book as well as the magazines for Vincent, and shutting off the lights and locking the door on the way.  However, he seemed rather confused at their insistence.  "You do realize that it's just a story, right?"<br/><br/>Upstairs was somewhat unkempt and cramped, a small room mostly taken up by the sofa, refrigerator and television set, with an ajar door to his bedroom.  "Make yourselves at home.  Soda's in the fridge if you're thirsty, and some pillows behind the couch if you just want to sleep."<br/><br/>He moved off to the side, worn out but wanting to let them lie down if they needed it.  "I'm afraid I don't know your friend Greg; did something happen?"  Concern creased its way into his faint wrinkles.  "As far as a fallen angel, that's one interpretation, but I'm not sure.  Sometimes I read through it and it seems like they're aliens; other times, like they're stars from the heavens, fallen to Earth by some strange accident."