The look he saw in the old mans eyes was enough to let him know that whatever had unsettled the man was much more serious than the occurrence that had first brought him to the church some many years ago, back when it had looked considerably better than it did now. In a rather awkward gesture and attempt to calm the old man, Daniel reached out with his left hand and let it rest palm first upon the other mans upper arm - enough to feel that he was literally shaking where he sat.<br/><br/>'A... doorway?' His eyes also caught sight of the book that was held within the mans hands, clutched tighter than a mother might clutch her child whilst clinging to a life raft in the middle of a stormy ocean. 'Does the book have anything to do with it?' There was much he wanted to know, much he needed to know - but he knew from previous experience that he was very rarely ever afforded the chance to prepare and take time to think things through, always seeming to be the one plunged head first into the metaphorical deep end with the addition of some metaphorical concrete boots. Sometimes the boots weren't even all that metaphorical, that was when it got really bad...<br/><br/>He took the piece of paper that was so shakily handed to him - opening it to take a note of the address scrawled hastily upon its surface, looking for all the world like a spider had taken a late night dive in an inkwell before meandering its way across the paper in search of a nice warm web to call home.<br/><br/>'I'll do what I can... you know, any information you can give me on what I'm diving into feet first this time would be greatly appreciated. Failing that, perhaps a word with your boss up there to give me a little more coverage than he did last time, hmm?'