<hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>REVEREND FRANCIS BAKER PRESCOTT | 27| PRIEST </strong></span><hr/><br/>"Ms. Ezab?" the Father turned, disrupted from replying to the Doctor by the arrival of a familiar - and very pretty - face. As rude as it was to leave the doctor hanging, Prescott's full attention was taken up by the lovely lady from his past. His mind flicked swiftly back to tuition lessons. Hours, undisturbed in a private room, where she practiced her oral skills...  A pleasant memory indeed. He was tempted to reach out and grab her hair, to see if she had improved in any way since those days.<br/><br/>"It's lovely to see you again," he said. "The Lord above must have planned it. How is your father, is he doing well?"<br/><br/>From the priest's earnest expression, he truly had no idea of the events. It was a natural question, given that they had assisted each other in the past. The priest frowned when he saw the look change on the woman's face. Not good news, then.