Scott gapes.  Was the blond woman crazy? Was everyone here complete barking mad?  If he weren't beginning to doubt his own sanity, he would have wondered if the shrink had driven them to an insane asylum by mistake.  First the church bell, then Dr. Munigant vanishes, then the symbol...it's too much.  He just needs to get out of here, go home, and spend the rest of the day watching football on TV.  Then a good night's sleep, and then the world will start to make sense again.<br/><br/><em>except it never does.<br/>who are you kidding?</em><br/><br/>"Right," he agrees, tentatively, to Deacon's suggestion.  He pauses though, in the act of leaving, and turns on his heel to address the woman one last time.  "Er...have you seen a short old woman in a cardigan and glasses?  Real sweet old lady, looks like somebody's grandmother?"