Anthony was bored out of his mind, just sitting in this church and waiting for the rain to go away. His eyes were trained on the wall near him, but he immediately turned to look at the door as soon as he caught something moving in his peripheral vision. He stayed dead silent as he saw another person enter — he hadn't recognized him yet, so he wasn't worrying about that, he just didn't want to be here with anyone.

And just as he kind of stopped worrying, he saw yet another movement and heard something, at the door. Someone had locked the door. Oh. That was not ideal. Anthony just sat in his little corner, looking back and forth between the door and the other person in the church.