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Alexander Barrett opened up the door into the church, and gazed into the darker interior of the building. He walked in a few steps, letting his attention pass over the insides of the massive structure. The pilot left his coat on, as he looked, as he pondered many questions to himself.

In order to get those questions answered but first he'd have to find someone who worked there at the church. Obviously a priest would be a good choice, but any monk might be just as helpful. Or thats what he hoped. He wasn't exactly sure how things worked here, but he needed answers, answers about colors.

And so the pilot turned to head towards whoever looked like a likely candidate for directing him to the proper person. He was a man with a mission, one to get back home.

Alex straightened up just a bit, realizing whoever the person he'd just met looked like he had a bit of a position to him. He nodded just a bit as he walked over to the priest. "Actually, I was told that someone here might be able to help me. I'm not from around here and well, I'm trying to get back home."

The pilot thought about how to handle this. He didn't want to come off as a crazy loon any more than he did with Bones. Bones, right, he should mention him. "Someone named Bones said I should come here and see if I could get some help. Seems he felt the church would be a good choice to help me." That was the truth, without all the really weird details, but it was the truth none the less.

He nodded a bit. "He seemed decent enough to me." His hand reached up to brush some of the hair back from his goggles. The goggles were mainly on his head to keep the hair out of his eyes, but every now and then, some of it would get a bit too far forward.

"I woke up in the forest, a few days ago, and just made my way here with a bit of help. Problem is, I fell through a sky of color before I fell to the ground out in that forest. I'm not sure if it was real or a dream, but I know I'm not from anywhere around these parts, and Bones sounded pretty sure the folks here might have a clue what happened, and maybe how I get home."

Alexander's hand ran his hand over his neck a bit, tugging the fluffy collar of his leather coat open just a bit more. It wasn't the most comfortable coat to wear when the weather was warm, but looking the part of a pilot was just as important to him as being one. At least he thought so.

If the pilot had been leaning on something, he probably would have dramatically fallen to one side while clinging desperately to something to hold himself up. Too bad Alex was standing up, and just sort of buckled over at the waist as he was accused of being a drunkard. "What??? No no no. I'm not some sort of boozing wino."

Alex straightened himself up, before sitting himself down. "Listen, I was just sitting in my airplane... errr... flying air ship and the next thing I know I've got some weird lights all around me and me falling in that forest. Someone else had a similiar experience, but from someplace else, no where close to where I was."

Did he come off as being a drunk? Oh man, he hoped not. Being a drunk and flying an aircraft was a bad combo, and he honestly didn't want to scare off business if that was what folks thought.

Ok, at least Alex didn't have any chance of falling, as he was once again accused of being a daydreaming drunkard. The wayward pilot rested his head in his hands and sighed to himself. It wasn't the priest's fault, he mentally reminded himself he had no clue what was being discussed. Although, getting plastered might be more mentally invigorating if this conversation kept going in the direction it was heading. Alas, the life of a lost pilot.

"Err... 'Father', I'm not a drunk. I'm not sure what you think of me or Bones, but he said I should ask to see a mage or something like that. Don't think I'm boo-tai jung-tzahng-duh* or a drunk because I'm not. Here, I can prove it..."

With that, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small flight log he kept with him, to document his travels. He flipped to the back and remoted a small Polaroid photo from the book, a picture of himself next to his PBY back home. "See, this is me, and thats my play...errr flying air ship. Don't mind the fact its on the water in this picture though." He pointed at himself and the plane and hoped maybe the priest would take him serious. Not likely but it was a hopeful wish.


* Chinese for "Not Entirely Sane"

Alex slipped the photo back into flight log and slipped the book back into his inner coat pocket. It would be nice and safe there. Sadly, it seemed that even proof of his existance from someplace else wasn't proof enough to the clergy though.

The pilot looked from Matthias to the stain glass window he was staring off at, before turning his attention back to the priest and his problem. "Uh, sure, but it is true. Thats why I wanted to see someone about this whole issue with how I got here."

Alex's face turned to a slight frown. Partly from the mild headache he had, partly from the fact that he seemed to be making no headway at all. He was a long way from home, and everywhere he went, either folks thought him crazy, or a story teller, or both. He'd really hoped Bones would be right about the church being able to help him, but obviously that was looking less and less likely.

"Why would I have to be careful though?", he inquires. They wouldn't toss someone in jail, would they?

The pilot raised an eyebrow to the priest. There was something he wasn't telling the pilot, but why not just say it? Something was wrong, that much was clear. Was the priest afraid?

Alex nodded some. "Sure, you're right." He stood up slowly, before looking back to the priest. "I'll keep that in mind, Father." And with that, he did a bit of a bow before he turns to head for the door.

That didn't turn out the way he'd expected, but maybe when the priest was ready, he would tell him more about what was going on. Maybe. Maybe not. Nothing he could do about it till then.