Anthony cringed. Does he even want to know what Ben is doing? Not anymore he doesn't, but he was still very curious, so he listened and tried to decipher what was going on.

Ben was sore but he took a deep breath and threw himself against the door once more. And fell to the ground when the door gave way and swung out into another dark room. Ben groaned.

Anthony wasn't sure whether this was entertaining or disturbing. A little bit of both, it seemed. Was Ben just going around kicking down doors, or something? That was Anthony's best guess as to what he was doing.

Ben slowly crawled back up to his feet. Sore, but victorious. Although he could not see what was in the next room, it was at least one step closer to getting out of here. "There's a room here," he shouted at Anthony. He walked over to a candle-stand, took a candle and made his way over. The room was long and narrow. There were a lot of cupboards against one wall and a long table against another. In the corner stood a chasuble on a stand. There were many crucifixes, incensers and other liturgical items in the room, and Ben knew he was two steps from hell.

Anthony was surprised by both the news itself, and the fact that Ben didn't just run off by himself and leave him here. He, somewhat reluctantly, got up to try and see this room for himself. The pain in his leg had mostly subsided by now, and he could walk fine — it was just pretty painful and awkward, but it was fine. Better than he expected it to be. Anthony made his way over to where he assumed the room would be — and as soon as he entered the room, he wished he hadn't. From what little he saw, it looked.....extremely catholic. Uncomfortable. "Lovely."

"That's not the word I'd use..." Ben muttered. He slowly walked into the room and looked around. As the circle of light expanded, he could see a door on the other side. He walked over and tried the latch. It opened into a dark larger room. In front of them was a flight of carved, wooden stairs with red carpet. There were several doors.

Anthony just followed Ben, a bit too uncomfortable in...whatever this place was, to try and wander. He watched with a growing (although still small) fear as Ben just opened another door, and he looked at the room beyond it. No less creepy than the previous room. "Are all churches like this?" he laughed awkwardly. He was getting a bit freaked out, now.

"I dunno..." Ben said, feeling rather disoriented. He looked around. "Oh... I think this might be the presbytery." He kept his voice down, because he just realized that he might be in someone's home.

"Oh. Okay." Anthony didn't know what that word meant, but he just followed after Ben and kept quiet as well. He looked around curiously, even though he couldn't really see much.

Ben walked around, looking for a door that seemed like an exit. Suddenly a door opened and an old lady ran out, holding a fry pan. "Aaaaaaaagh! Get out!" She began trying to hit them with the pan. "Father! Father! Burglars!