Annie Walker never really bought into religion. Sure, she was raised a Christian, but she never really saw what everyone else saw in God. For all she knew, God was just a figment of someone's imagination that was just a long-term, widespread trend.
But she was desperate.
She was desperate for the days when she wasn't running around Henry Wilcox, trying to bust that devil for all the evil he had done. She was desperate for a safety net that even though she despised it for some of the freedoms it had restrained from her, was still there to back her up. And most importantly, the one desperation that kept her tossing and turning in whatever location she would be in that week, was friendship. Oh, how she longed for friendly human interaction; how she longed for a conversation that didn't involve weaselling intel out of someone. Out of all the months she had spent in the dark, she never had a conversation that didn't somehow relate to the mission at hand.
So she gave in.
At about seven in the evening, she walked through the large doors of St. James Catholic Church and chose a pew about seven rows away from the front. Choking back tears, she fell down on her knees to pray.
"God, if you're there, please hear my plea. I... I... I'm tired of living this life the way I have. I'm tired of running around and disappointing everyone I care about because I keep going down the same stupid path over and over again. I'm tired of lying about my entire existence because I can't believe it when others say there's other ways to go about this. And I'm tired of not being able to have someone there for me. I haven't had anybody for months now, and it's so hard to be lonely, especially now." By now, she was no longer holding back tears. Every drop flowed down her cheeks, leaving tiny marks on her dark blazer.
"God, please. Get me out of this hell on earth. Rescue me, because I just can't find a way out."
She stayed in a kneeling position for what seemed like forever, letting her emotions have free reign for once. Her new persona simply could not allow emotions to ever be exhibited.
When her tears finally began lessening their frequency, Annie could hear a heavy click-click-click making its way down the aisle. She thought nothing of it until she heard a small object make a light thump noise in the pew she had been kneeling right in front of. Her position immediately shifted as she went to reach for the object.
It was a small flash drive, decorated like a dog. A St. Bernard, to be exact. She began crying at the memories that flash drive had triggered, but not before she looked to see who had dropped off the drive. From the perspective Annie had, she could barely tell who it was, but after a tiny moment of analysing the person, she found out who the mystery person was. Behind the medium-length, dirty-blonde wig the person was wearing to go with the sea-foam green dress being worn, she noticed the ears. Those odd, huge ears that always wanted to make her giggle every time she noticed them.
Before she could even say a word of thanks to him, her literal blessing in disguise had disappeared out the doors, into the cold January night.
She turned back around and prayed to God once more.
"Thank you God, for providing for me in my darkest times." As soon as she let "Amen." fall off her lips, she stood up and immediately began her journey back to her temporary abode, curious as to what the benefactor had left on what could be her saving grace, her Hail Mary.