"You piss me off something wild." Jonathan admitted as he opened the door to the chapel and let Edward go in first. "Stay in the center, the sides aren't very sturdy. It's an old place, you could fall through." He headed along with confidence, knowing where to stand and where he was going, walking up to the stop of the chapel where the candles were lit. His father was still lighting them every day.

"Are you scared yet, Edward?" He moved around the stuff on the alter, pulling a wood box forward that he had stashed away here, in plain site, for the right opportunity. "Do you have a lot of fear? Any phobias? Just curious."