Francis had never gotten back to Richards on the promise of cleaning up the church. The guy had seemed very freaked out by his little 'joke' and he was a bit afraid of having the constable called on him. Having heard of a new priest, he decided to try his luck once more.

He picked a quiet and rainy day. It was miserable to be outside, so he hoped for extra compassion, if there was any in the men of God. As the scrawny man walked in, he tried to fix his hair but it made no difference. The ends curled up a little as they dried inside. Looking around and seeing no one immediately, he tried to walk forward and squeezed out some extra rain water from his shirt.

"Hello? Father? " He called out as he walked around, and slowly making his way towards where he'd seen the lock box before, pretending it was just natural wandering.