Thank God Elijah was there. The sight of him had never been sweeter! Now that the experience sunk in, Gabriel was pale and trembling, once again. His cassock was dirty from falling, and there was blood on his palm, from trying to break his fall. "E-, Mr. Crane," he said, breathlessly. He let the man lead him to a chain, in which he sank down instantly. He was so upset, he did not even consider the hand on his arm or their physical closeness. "I was robbed. Oh God have mercy! He took the money for the Christmas meals! And I just let him!" Gabriel tried to calm himself, but in truth, he was close to tears.