“I would have never of thought to look for you here.” A woman said. Book looked up from his Bible. She was still as beautiful as he remembered. She sat down in the pew ahead of him. She looked around the church. “I like it here. It’s have a sense of serenity.” She paused a moment to soak in the peacefulness of the church. She handed Book an envelope. “Those are your orders. You are to be at the rendezvous point at 18 hundred hours.” Book stared at the envelope. The woman smiled. Her smile was beautiful. She placed her hand on his cheek. Her hand felt both warm and cold at the same time. “God how I’ve missed you.” Book took her hand from her face. “I’ve paid my debut.” She stood up. “You think you have a choice. Be at the rendezvous point at 18 hours…this is a beautiful church.” The woman left just as quiet as she had come in. Book watched her leave. He looked at the envelope one more time before standing. He looked to his right at the stain glass window. It was a rendition of Ary Scheffer’s Temptation of Christ. He looked at the window for some sort answer, some type of absolution, but he got nothing. Book walked slowly back to his room in the hostel. He pushed his bed aside, and then he pulled up one of the floor boards, and pulled out a black box. He threw the box on the bed beside the envelope. Book stared a moment at the objects on his bed. He knew what he should do, he knew what he had to do, but all he could do was weep.