[I couldn't think of a good title. I know I should've posted something sooner, but sometimes you just don't know what to say ^^'']
Cliff sat in the front pew alone, as always, and hoped that soon enough things would be better for him. He sighed and stared up at the stained glass windows.
"I hope this is what I'm supposed to do..." he muttered to himself. He still wasn't sure about this town and hardly knew a soul, and being Cliff, he sasn't sure he would get to know anyone either way.
'Now would be a good time for answers.'