Elijah told himself he wouldn't come. Nothing good would happen when he stepped into the church. He was going to wait for the priest to speak to him, if he so chose. Yet here he was, standing before the confessional though he had nothing to confess. Well nothing that he thought was a sin, just a fault in his spirit.

The place was quiet and he stood in front of the booth, reaching out to just press his fingertips to the wood though he couldn't feel it through his gloves. He opened it and saw the priest wasn't there on the other side. Disappointment filled him. Perhaps it was a sign he was a fool through and through.