Repose

[Carver has had a bad week and this is the straw the breaks the camel's back. He doesn't notice the flowers until it's too late, breathing in the spores as the rest of his church community does. For him, the visions of Hell and the sudden silence of his Saints drives him into the woods. People go a day, two days, a week without hearing from the once loyal assistant to the priest.

Meanwhile at the church: Women go off on tangents about how they couldn't believe how nice of a body Jesus had. Look at those Holy abs! Men give very deep descriptions of how they envisioned Mary getting knocked up by an Angel. Alter boys play dice between services. And, finally? The priest himself is caught stealing from the donation baskets. All in all, it's a bad week for Catholicism.]

[Carver A]

[After this is established fact.]

Carver. Is everything [...] all right?