As if summoned (or perhaps more accurately, as if he had been waiting to hear the very words spoken), Malachi appeared in the darkened doorway to the sacristy. Nearly faded into it, clothed in a black that matched the hair that framed his face and the eyes that peered curiously out into the nave.

"Hello," offered Malachi. Hands clasped behind his back, he stepped into the light and slightly nearer to the visitor.

He must have just come in from the rain, from the looks of him. For a moment Malachi's gaze fell upon the water left behind by this visitor, slickening the floor of the church, before it settled on the man himself.

"I'm Father Brennan, I've taken over for Father Kemble. What can I do for you?"