The Father darts inside the rectory, urging her to follow and glancing about warily. "It is clear. Come." They can hear screams of pain and cries of pleasure as they move furtively through the halls, until they come to a wooden door which looks very much like all the others. The rectory is forbidden ground to novitates, so he's confident that she won't know one room from another. "In here is a trap door to an old wine cellar. Quickly!"