"I was just born a man," Patrick said, and then he laughed, "well I was born a baby! Nothing sainty about it. I lived a mortal death and I died in a place called Downpatrick which, as it happens, is also what I named my dog because puns. The church started to venerate me later. And I guess once I had enough belief behind me I sort of...I don't even know. One moment I was on my death bed, and then next I was in a forest, not a stitch of clothing on me, and somehow a hundred years had passed. Maybe more?"