Father Albert Donnelly slowly made his way up the cold stone steps of St. Christopher's Church muttering to himself of
arthritic knees and wheelchair ramps, searching his coat for keys. He was an elderly man, with thin white hair and a hunched
figure. He slowly opened the heavy old door into the church vestibule where there was a young girl curled up in the corner,
apparently asleep. Her dress suggested things Father Albert did not care to think about. It was not unusual for there to be
someone to have found shelter here, after all it was a church, but after recent break-ins the main chapel was kept locked. After
unlocking the door and said to her, "you can come in if you'd like" she didn't stir. He repeated his question and when there
was no reply the second time he bent down and gently shook her shoulder, she didn't wake. He persisted and shook her again,
when she didn't reply the Priest took a frightened step back, "dear Lord"