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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ashy" data-source="post: 1749889" data-attributes="member: 312">Charles picked his spectacles from the bridge of his nose and looked up at the structure before him, squinting slightly.  His other hand, of its own accord, fished his handkerchief out of his coat pocket and before he knew it he was rubbing the lenses furiously.  He had arrived at St. Francis' late in the evening, after taking three cabs, each of which had broken down and walking for several blocks in the pitch black night.  By the time he arrived at the church, he was little more than a nervous wreck.  Needless to say, he and Father O'Malley had spoken only briefly and then Charles had collapsed in a fold-out cot, exhausted.Rising early, Father O'Malley had introduced Jibril and told him to come along - the answers they were all looking for seemed to be leading to their destination.  Frankly, at this moment, Charles was happy just to in the vicinity of O'Malley - ever since Miriam had told him about Jackson's horrible death, Charles had developed an intense fear of being alone anywhere.  There was something in the back of his mind about the details of the death that he could not quite place a finger on..."So, why are we here again, Father?", Charles asked, placing his spectacles back on their perch and peering at the priest.</blockquote>