His sermon was going well. Atticus made sure to speak about a modern interpretation of the Gospel's message and how Christ's teachings were still a way to live one's life by. But then, his head started buzzing again. He felt his attention being drawn to two young men in the back. They were there the whole time, yes, but suddenly it was if they were calling out to him. Three of these people in the church now. Who were they? Sagens, yes, they must be. He wondered how he knew. It was almost instinctive. He pushed the thoughts out of his head for the moment. He raised his arms to heaven, the Eucharist in his hands and he blessed it. He did the same with the Blood of Christ and the laymen came up to receive.
An hour later, the mass had ended. "May the Spirit of the Lord be with you all." He said to the people.
"And with your Spirit." The replied. He smiled. His mass had gone well. Then the buzzing in his head returned. He quickly dismissed himself and retreated to the Vestry. He calmed himself, splashing some water on his face and returned to the main hall, where there were many parishioners still gathered. He searched the room for those three. The woman and the two young men. He needed answers. For some reason, he was sure those three could provide them.