As he raised his hand to knock on the door, Mac winced in worry at the sound. The mother of all hangovers pulsated in his head after a bit too much indulgence at Vegas over the weekend. His sermon earlier was from his emergency stash of recorded sermons. As far as anybody was concerned, the minister was suffering from a bit of a sore throat.<br/><br/><em>Knock, knock, knock.. </em>Each knock filling his mind with a piercing lightning bolt. Unable to slash his mind with another painful knock.. he called out.. "Clara.. hello.. It's Minister Mac." Resting his head against the cool door, he waited.