A few weeks after my encounter with the town Vicar, I ran into him again. This time it was at night, close to one in the morning - judging by when the traffic stopped running, and I was exploring near the church. He was outside and seemed to be attempting to write a sermon from the looks of it. Deciding I had nothing better to do, I walked up to him.

He was so immersed in his thoughts that he jumped when I nudged his knee.

"Shadow." He said. "What are you doing here?" He petted my head.

I stared at him in response. He didn't know me enough to get I was learning the nooks of town from a look like Tom and Danny seemed to be able to do by now.

He sighed and picked up the fallen Bible. I glanced at it and he noticed me looking.

"I'm trying to write a sermon, but it isn't going well. So few people show up and sometimes I wonder why God wanted me here." He started. "The town is so close knit and I feel like an outsider at times."

I can feel that. I only know two people in the entire town personally, yet I know so much about everyone from the TV show and from Tom and Danny. Or from what I've overheard while exploring. I've done the majority of the town. I've heard quite the bits of gossip. Despite my empathy, I wasn't sure on how to help him. While my Grandpa had been a Reverend, and my uncle as well, I don't know much about sermon writing. But I can pull up a few verses that I know. From what I hear, he needs to look at Proverbs for a sermon start. It's the least I can do since he has kept his mouth shut about me - or so I would assume as I haven't had pound problems.

Dang it. Now which book is Proverbs? Let's see, there's Genesis, Exodus, 2 Solomons? The 20th from the Old Testament? Roughly?

I tap out 20 with my paw. Paul looked at me weird.

"What?" He said. "I don't understand."

I huffed and nosed the Bible. He picked it up gingerly. I tapped twenty times again.

"Twenty…twenty what?" He looked at me. "Pages?" I shook my head. "Verses?" Again, no. "Chapters?" Really Paul! He thought a bit. "Books?" Yes! Yes, books Paul. Start counting and read them out loud! Quickly he opened it to the Old Testament. He moved his finger down until finally he said, "Proverbs."

Haha! Got it right on first try. He flipped to the right page and then looked at me again. "Okay, where in Proverbs?"

I tapped out 3 and then waited a few seconds before tapping out 5.

"Eight?" He guessed.

No! You dim wad! I repeated 3 with a pause before doing 5.

"Proverbs 3:5?" He asked. Yes! Yes! Yes! Finally he got there and read it out loud. "Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding." I nodded, that was the one! He continued reading. "In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths." He trailed off. He looked at me really hard. "You're not a dog are you?" He asked quietly.

I shook my head no. Funny. Faith is what allows for one person to believe just a part of my crazy story without me really telling them it. All because I could remember the right verse at the right time for the right person. And I was so bitchy about it as a kid. I never saw the point of memorizing Bible verses when I could just google them. I guess that shows me. But, he can believe what he wants as long as it means I can have him on my side when I need him to be. If I helped him out along the way, then goody, but I don't want to get sent to the pound when I have the opportunity to stop Danny's death from occurring.

Seeing that I had done what I could for the moment, I walked off to test out a few escape plans before going to sleep for the night.

And as I walked away, I never heard Paul muttering plans for a sermon; a sermon where he tells of how God's plan can be shown in the strangest of ways – where even a dog can be a sign.

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