Falco sat in the quiet seclusion of the booth and waited. When nothing happened after a long moment, he cleared his throat, then spoke. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned..." The words sounded strange, very strange, emanating from his throat after so many years. That phrase had never been sounded in his voice before now, really; too many years had passed, and he had lost his faith when he was very young. He waited, a pensive frown on his face.
Finally, a response. "Yes, my son?" The voice was oddly tense, as if the person behind the screen was working hard to speak. He had never heard it before, and yet it was familiar...his frown deepened for a moment, and then he shook his head. There's no possible way he got in here. For one thing, no one saw you leave this morning, and for another, only priests can get into that side. It's just a guy with a cold. Stop making excuses and get talking. You haven't got all day. "My son?"
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned..." He said it more slowly this time. "It has been twenty years to the day since my last confession." He paused. "Just so you know, this is going to take a while."
"Take your time."
"I...don't really know where to start. There's a lot to tell."
"The beginning is usually a good place to begin, my son."
"The beginning was a long time ago, Father. Before I was born, really."
"Well then," Peppy said conclusively, a slight smile flashing as he realized that he hadn't been recognized, "why don't we start there?"