Mac watched Clara warily, knowing that was one he should and would never turn his back on. But now he had the guy crazy enough to want to marry her to deal with. All along he had felt a level of sympathy for Dukey, wondering what on earth would possess him to walk willingly into this situation. He must be bonkers also, Mac nodded to himself. They're bonkers. The unborn babies are bonkers. This entire town.. bonkers. And I must be bonkers as well to not be screaming down the highway right this minute, on my way anywhere but here.<br/><br/>Yet part of him still felt that ominous sensation that something wasn't right. Before entering this town, Mac went through a crash course in what he called Ministry-101. Crammed inside him was now all the basics of leading a 'flock' in his own house of God. And despite his reluctance to this new life, he found himself more and more thinking like a man of the cloth. A woman who heard the voices of her unborn children was something that alarmed him considerably. While he did not trust her and believed she was certifiable, something in that woman's eyes told him she was sharp as a razor. And that ruled out the idea of the voices being in her head. I still don't trust you though, he thought.<br/><br/>Brushing a hand through his hair, Mac smiled weakly at Dukey. "Dukey, I know all this started out on the wrong foot. But I do mean well and I can't shake this feeling that something here isn't right. I want to help. Yet I can't imagine that.. her.. um.. Clara wanting any sort of help in any way from me."