Elijah stood at the door to William's flat and for a second or two and wondered if he really wanted to knock on it or not. He was actually frightened of what he might find inside. He also didn't know what to say. He'd counselled dying people before. But mostly they were people who'd had time to come to terms with their fate. He'd never had to counsel someone who'd been murdered. Still, after Reginald had finally finished his confession, he'd known he had to come. He had to bring comfort to the man. Someone had to and there was no one else. But he didn't know what he could say that would be even vaguely comforting. He didn't know that there was any comfort possible for William. Meanwhile the doctor was back at the church, probably still crying while other members of the congregation tried to care for him. That was how he had been when he'd left, and Elijah didn't know what to do about him either. Reginald had destroyed himself as well as William in his madness, and the pastor didn't know if either one of them could be saved.
