Author's Note: Yes, it's very short. But it's just meant to set the scene, so I'm not really concernd about the size. Will update (hopefully) soon.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything in this chapter...unless you count the sleep schedule. So yeah, everything else belongs to Nick.
What do you do when you can't sleep at 3:30 in the morning? Some people wander around the house, others just stay in bed and feel utterly bored. But Madeline Fenton had a fair case of insomnia, so she almost always fell asleep late, before waking too early. So she had developed a schedule: go to bed at ten; about an hour after waking up around 2 o'clock, she'd get up an have breakfast; go on ghost patrol or just take a walk until about 4:15; then go back to bed and sleep 'til 8:30. But today, her schedule had been completely disrupted. It was early Sunday morning, (almost six o'clock) and she hadn't slept at all. When the neighbors' radio alarm started playing the local Christian station, she randomly decided to visit church.
Normally she wouldn't go to church at all (she was usually down in the lab with Jack) but she had run out of things to do hours ago, and almost no ghosts had shown up in the past two days. But it was usually open 24/7, so…Here goes nothing.
When she arrived at the large, fairly old-fashioned cathedral, she noticed that she was not alone. Sitting at one of the forward benches, a silver haired youth sat with his head resting on the seat in front of him. Maddie strode briskly toward him with a mind to drag the dark being from the church with her bare hands. To her surprise, he stood up just before she grabbed his shoulder. He nodded politely to her and dipped to the large cross at the head of the room, and then walked through the side wall.
Wondering where the wretched creature was going, the woman slipped out a nearby door and silently followed the ghost.