Lance had fixed up the shed pretty well. He only did the inside and messed up the outside so it would look like it would fall apart in seconds. Inside there was a bed for sleeping, a table and three chairs, and a small chargeable TV. The walls and roofs had boards nailed onto them to keep the shed from collapsing and some weird items were hung on the wall that Lance collected from a few dimensions. Life wasn't bad for Lance; he would make some things in the morning like carvings and stuff. During the afternoon, he would go to the cathedral to help take care of Sister Catherine, and at night Lance would go aro ...view middle of the document...
Lance rushed upstairs, during the past few days he had grown attached to Sister Catherine and the last thing he needed was another death in his life. He pushed open the door and say Elaine still sitting by the side of the bed sad as Lance has ever seen her. "Lance" came a very weak voice "is that you?" "Yes Sister Catherine, its me" Lance said as he walked quietly towards the bed, dreading to see Sister Catherine's weakened self. As he stepped into view of the old lady, he gasped. Sister Catherine was so skinny and fragile liking that the slightest wind would break her. Her face was a ghastly chalk white color and her eves were sullen and out of focus. "Come to me child" Sister Catherine said with a crinkly smile "bless this old bag of bones before her soul goes to join God." "Sister" Elaine said, "don't speak like that, you won't die. You cant. This cathedral is nothing without you." Tears welled up in her eyes knowing that death for Sister Catherine was inevitable. "As you wish Sister Catherine" Lance said. He blessed her and Sister Catherine's eyes slowly closed and her breathing stopped to nothing. Unaware to Elaine Lance could see two angles lift Sister Catherine's soul out her body. She was young again and not sickly looking. She waved to Lance and was lifted by the angles through the roof.
