Anthony was getting kind of uncomfortable, now. Is this man dying? Is he witnessing someone's death? "...Okay."

Ben held on to the back of a pew as he coughed. Finally, the fit subsided and a grasped, slowly recovering.

Anthony chose to ignore the fact that just happened, because not doing so would have made him very uncomfortable. "Right!" he said, before turning away from him and trying his damnedest to go back to sleep again. "well, I'm glad you're okay. Good night."

Ben sank down in a pew again. "Good night..." he muttered, rather breathlessly. What a miserable situation.

Anthony just shut his eyes tight and went right back to sleep, trying to get away from this living hell of a situation. The more time he spends unconscious, the less he has to actually deal with Ben, which is good.

After some time of worrying and misery, Ben got up, and found his way to one of the smaller doors in the back. He started banging his fist on that one. You will never sleep, Anthony.

Anthony was going to go insane very soon. He tried very hard to just pretend he couldn't hear that and just go back to sleep, but miserably failed. This was hell on earth.

Ben knocked his full weight against the door. It was impossible to break through the larger door, but he figured it was worth a try with one of the smaller ones. It hurt his shoulder, but the door didn't give way. Ben tried again.

Anthony was just left to wonder about what the fuck Ben was even doing there. He just sat and listened.

Ben knocked himself against the door again. He groaned.