The sound of the bells led Elohim to the local Eastern Orthodox cathedral, a fairly impressive structurefeaturing a number of Russian onion domes.  The doors were open to welcome the congregation.  They were mostly elderly Eastern Europeans, but there were a number of younger immigrant looking types among the slow procession into the church, and even a few drowsy looking college students.<br/><br/>The entire scene had a strangely sickly quality in the Seattle haze, as the green grasses and pine trees of the church grounds spread away from the edifice like a night sweat.  As Elohim walked past the abandoned liquor store across the street, nobody seemed to notice her, as she conducted her stealthy pilgrimage through the urban environment.