A/N: Thank you all for your wonderful messages and support. And thank you, KitKat and Jocie416, for your beautiful reviews. I actually cried and jumped around when I read them. And I'm sorry for ruining "Once Upon a Dream". Hahaha.

Thank you very much again. Please enjoy. And thank you again to ASMxHF for creating beautiful artwork for this fanfic.

Morti Irrequieti Somnum Reperirat,

Et Lux Memorandi Nostri Eum.

Porteat Ad Pacem Aeternam

As I slowly regained consciousness, I could hear someone singing in the distance. Their voice echoed off the walls, and for a brief moment, I thought I was dead.

But the searing pain ripping through my body proved that I was, indeed, still alive.

Alive and definitely not outside anymore.

With a light groan, I slowly opened my eyes to see the inside of a steeple floating above me. The room I was laying in was completely dark, save for the glow of the candles scattered around. In the distance, I could barely make out a dirty stained glass window, meaning that I was in some type of chapel. I tried to turn my head and investigate further, but every time I dared to turn my head, a tearing pain shot through my skull and I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming.

So, I just laid there and stared holes into the ceiling as everything slow came back to me.

Looking for Miles, losing Waylon, getting caught by 'The Groom', then him tying me down on that table and….

I squeezed my eyes shut, my wish for someone to burn off my skin resurfacing. Maybe I could roll myself onto one of the candles and set myself on fire. Then I could no longer feel his fingers caressing my body like I was some toy.

But I didn't.

Instead, I silently sat up and stared down at my body.

My arms and chest were covered in cuts and bruises…some of them from that thing biting me. I leaned over and lifted up my dress with my left hand and saw several more cuts and hickeys scattered up my legs and thighs, along with red teeth marks. Then, I placed my left hand on the back of my head and winced when the piece of glass embedded in my skull nicked my fingers.

Finally, I peeked down at my right hand which was resting limply at my side.

A hideous, x-shaped scar stared back at me, and I could see the floor peeking through parts of the torn flesh. My fingers were also stark white.

Lifeless, flaccid, dead.

"Move." I whispered, willing my fingers to bend, twitch, anything.

Nothing happened.

"Move." I tried again.

Not even a single twitch.

"Move." My voice broke. "Move. Move! Move! MOVE! MOVE!"

Livid, I snatched a candle off the ground and shoved it against my dead right hand, wanting—needing to feel something.

But, there was nothing, just the smell of burning flesh beginning to fill the air.

And, in my frenzy, I didn't notice the singing had halted to a stop.

"….Move." I whimpered, tears flowing down my cheeks and burning the cuts as they soaked into them. "Please….move."

"What are you doing?!" The candle was snatched out of my grip and my burning hand was smothered with a wet cloth.

With a blank expression, I stared at the person who dared to disturb me and saw that priest from the hallway mumbling prayers under his breath and extinguishing the flame on my hand.

"Are you the one who brought me here?" My voice was hoarse and like sandpaper against my larynx.

"I found you unconscious outside that demon's layer." He responded, the fire now out. "Thank the Heavens, your stigmata is still visible."

"My….stigmata?"

"Yes, my child." The 'priest' smiled, holding my smoking hand to his chest. "Don't deny your destiny. You have been chosen-."

"Get your fucking hands off of me." I whipped my arm away, the idea of any man touching me right now made me sick to my stomach. "All of you are fucking insane. You, 'The Groom', all of the patients condemned to this shithole, and Murkoff—especially Murkoff! Mutilating human beings, ripping them apart from the inside, and using nutcases as a host for some fucking entity that-!"

"Silence!" He slammed his fists on the wooden floor, rattling the candles around us. "You do not know what you speak of! The Walrider is our God, our Savior! And he recused you from the Demon, so you could serve your purpose!"

"My purpose?! The Walrider, your 'God', is the one who threw me out the damn window! I have no purpose here except to find my husband and bring him home! So, I will ask you once again! WHERE. IS. MY. HUSBAND?!"

The 'priest' was taken aback for a moment before bowing his head to the ground.

"I….beg your absolution, my child. I have just realized where I've seen your face. You were the woman in the arms of that man."

"Yes, now, where is he?" I was ready to burn his face off if he lied to me again. "I know you are the one who took him."

"Once again, I beg your absolution, but like I said before, I do not kno-."

"My husband," I practically spat on his hideous, decaying face, "is the one you call your Apostle. Ring any bells?!"

It was like a lightbulb had gone off in his graying, airbag of a head, and suddenly, his clammy hands were digging into my shoulders and I couldn't pull away.

"God be praised! You truly are the Solar Angel!" Then he began shaking me back and forth like a rag doll. "This is your purpose! You must guide the Apostle towards the truth for you are the medium between the Walrider and the human race!"

"…A…what? I'm a…solar..angel?"

"Quite a shock, isn't it?" He chuckled, like we were fucking chums sharing jokes on our coffee break. "The Apostle was also dubious, but he will come to accept it soon. Like my sons and I already have."

This man was insane. Completely and utterly insane.

But…nothing was sane in this place.

Not anymore.

So what other choice did I have?

I pried his claws off of me and staggered to my feet.

"What is your name?"

"I am Father Martin Archimbaud."

"Well then, Father Martin Archimbaud," I snatched the wet cloth from his grip and wrapped it around my grotesque right hand. "What must I do to help my husband?"

"Excellent. You are coming to accept your fate, my child!" He practically shot to his feet in euphoria. "As a Solar Angel, it is your duty to help my Apostle see the truth, so he can spread the gospel. Thus, you must shed your mortal body and be at your true form." He then took my bandaged hand in his. "Your transformation has already started."

I sneered at him before snatching my hand away and walking off the altar we were standing on.

"Just tell me where I can find my husband."

A/N: A Solar Angel isn't something I pulled out of my ass. Apparently, Solar Angels were said to come to Earth to help someone seek pure thought. In order to do this, the angel would become mortal and form an attachment with the person they are a 'guardian' or guide of. Basically, they bridge the gap between the mortal and immortal world. That is why Father Martin calls her that since he believe her marriage to Miles is part of that attachment. The things you find on religion websites. Interesting information. Another thing, this chapter shows how the asylum has affected Young-ja. She has tried to be hopeful, but Eddie's assault was her breaking point. That and losing the use of her right hand. The bites on her body were originally part of the more graphic part of Chapter 30, but I decided to gloss over it since I was afraid describing it might bother some of the readers. So, I settled for mentioning it here. And kudos to the person who messaged me about the parallel between Miles' and Young-ja's meeting with Father Martin. Both were thrown out a window and found by Father Martin. And the song in the beginning is called "London Hymn" by Josh Groban. Please listen to it. I listened to it while typing this chapter.