[What a dreadfully familiar predicament (http://13th-crusader.livejournal.com/1623.html) that would have been, had the archbishop seen the incident, instead of hearing the shattering bedlam from his bedroom. Enrico jolted from his mattress, Vatican issued pistol inexplicably brandished as if it were an extension of himself at this point.]

What in Hell's blazes is---!?

[Dashing into the auditorium, his bleary eyes caught sight of dust welling up near the iridescent windows. He took a moment to gaze in awe that their former glory had nearly been restored, taking him aback...]

H-how...

[The shuffle of something near his feet drew his hands tighter around his weapon, aiming downward with an iron click... only for his eyes to widen that he was pointing down at a... Anderson-sized hole in a space of floor-board surrounded by the rest of the church's stone basin.]

Anderson!?