Sunday Morning...
When a Saturday night is full of satisfaction, life sure does smell sweeter. Though many of Sunnydale's residents are fleeing the city, the hospital still remains an active place.
In fact, one poor girl found her way into the chapel last night. She knelt at the cross, and began to plead for forgiveness. I sat and listened to her speak of her remorse at hurtin' her family. I sat and listened as she cried about how she was ungrateful and dirty. Well now. I rose and began to speak. Told her that all sinners, if they are truly sorry, shall be forgiven and will have the chance to atone for their misdeeds. She asked what she must do. My knife slid between the folds of her skin with great ease. And then that is when she appeared. Appeared as she always does, and told me what needs to happen next.
His room is easy enough to find. My...she is powerful.
In fact, one poor girl found her way into the chapel last night. She knelt at the cross, and began to plead for forgiveness. I sat and listened to her speak of her remorse at hurtin' her family. I sat and listened as she cried about how she was ungrateful and dirty. Well now. I rose and began to speak. Told her that all sinners, if they are truly sorry, shall be forgiven and will have the chance to atone for their misdeeds. She asked what she must do. My knife slid between the folds of her skin with great ease. And then that is when she appeared. Appeared as she always does, and told me what needs to happen next.
His room is easy enough to find. My...she is powerful.