The church is empty but for a few people praying or waiting to give confession, and they look up when the two of them step into the sanctuary. Mike hasn't given what they must look like a whole lot of thought in the last two weeks, but he is now - both of them scruffy for lack of shaving, both of them grimy for want of showers and ash coating their skin, and him covered in blood, and Neil's face still just about cut in half.

"Can you walk on your own?" he asks softly. He's ready to wave people off if necessary - but somehow he doesn't think any of the people staring at them is going to want to come near.