Just at that moment, a representative of said ecclesiastical rival set foot in the pub. The doctor had told him to try to make a few changes in his life and habits. Break some routines. Create new ones. Visit different places than he normally frequented. Perhaps that would help his mind break away from the darkness it had engulfed it for so long now and create openness to see goodness and joy again.

Well, this had to be Providence and the doctor a messenger angel! It was that Anglican priest he knew by face and attire, though not by name. Gabriel had been wanting to meet the vicar for a while. Though not part of the One, True, Catholic and Apostolic Church, the man was still a community leader and worshipped the same God. The work they could do together! Perhaps he could even help the poor man find his way back into the mother church. Gabriel even thought he had heard something about the pope!

Naively, he sat down next to the vicar, his own black cassock immediately marking him out as a Catholic priest. "You are the Anglican vicar are you not? St. Hilda's?" He held out his hand. "Father Richards, of St. Hilda's Catholic church. I believe we have been mixed up on more than one occasion."