My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark

His handwriting reminds me of him. It's such a strange thing, how something so simple can be such a reflection of ourselves. The script is spidery, long and distinct amongst the other writing on the page of the visitor's log. The nurses seemed to avoid Sam as he strode through the hallway towards the priest's room. Andy and Sasha followed on our heels. Sasha seemed in a better mood than either of the boys, waving to those that looked on at our little band. Dalton and Carla were a bit further back, though Carla excused herself before we reached the correct room. The priest was laying in the bed when we piled into the room. He seemed a bit surprised to see us. Sam moved to the far side of the bed and loomed over the priest. Andy looked around for a moment before turning his attention to the group, almost as if he was looking for something. "I was not expecting visitors," the priest admitted. His demeanor had not changed much. He still held himself with an air of...