The inside of the old church glowed golden in the afternoon sun. Long abandoned and deconsecrated, the pews were dusty and often broken, the space where the altar had stood a mass of leaves swept in through some of the shattered windows.<br/><br/>An old man sat huddled in one of the unbroken side pews, originally intended for the choir. He stared into space, muttering to himself as his hands writhed, a large, heavy book clutched between his arms. He was waiting for a man to arrive, someone he had known for years... someone he desperately hoped could help him.