Finally a man walked in holding a clip board. He was olive skinned and had a mop of dark brown hair dangerously hinting at shades of grey. He wore a pair of glasses that held back a pair of beautifully crafted blue eyes. Glancing up from his clip board he smiled, “Ms. Porter.”

“Please, Dr. Kingston, call me Kit.” Kit smiled back as she took the slump out of her shoulders. Dr. Kingston shook his head.

“Kit, then. So how have you been feeling, Kit?” The doctor said placing his clipboard aside. Kit shrugged.

“Yeah, fine. Bit tired lately,” she reported passively. Dr. Kingston perked up at the mention she had been tired. “You know, from running my cafe.” she added seeing the curious professionalism in his eyes.

“Right,” he responded and placed his hands at her throat. Kit straightened up the best she could as he did so. He then checked her ears and looked in her mouth. “Well, Kit everything seems to be ok, but there are a few things I’d like to go over with you pertaining to your last visit with us.”

Kit shook her head anxiously, “Yeah sure.”

A blue and chrome Oldsmobile pulled up infront of a brick cathedral. “Here?” Will said as she slowed to a stop. Shane looked out at the church and studied it carefully. This had been where she had ran to that night before it had all happened so quickly with Carmen. The night before Shane had told her everything. The night before she had confessed to Carmen, the only one she had ever done so, that she had loved her. She shook her head slowly.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Shane answered. The engine haulted and silence took over the cab of the car. Will sighed and leaned back in the car to take off her seatbelt. Shane didn’t manage to move.

“You coming, cowboy?” she asked placing her head in her hand as it leaned on the arm rest. She stared smiling at Shane as if she found this all very amusing. Shane continued to stare out the window for sometime before she motioned to unbuckle her seat belt.

“Yeah,” Shane answered and soon they were walking across the street to the church.

It was empty, the rows of pews being vacated except for a few sparse visitors offering up their most solemn prayers to a man they hoped was listening. Shane and Will made their way to one of the back pews before either of them sat down. Will watched the other people kneeling and mumbling over their prayer books before she heard Shane whisper to her.