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“What?” He looked around the rooht he was “No, it’s here In the church I remember”

“They come on Wednesday It’s Thursday today”

“It’s Thursday?”

“Thursday”

Ian rubbed the back of his neck “Thursday Oh”

“Maybe… maybe I can help you If you need to talk”

“No, I’m fine It was really just an idea” He put a hand on Paul’s shoulder to raise himself to his feet He stumbled

Paul stood, then offered Ian a hand to help him up It took Ian a moment to find his balance Then he reached into his pocket and produced a set of car keys

“Wait,” Paul said “You drove here?”

“No I cahed at his own joke, a son, and I came off of it”

“You’re too drunk to drive”

“I’m fine”

“Ian,” he said with his practiced fir to take you hoet your car Okay?”

“Yeah, okay” Ian started walking slowly and deliberately It was a miracle he’d made it to the church in one piece

Paul believed he understood now His visions weren’t