INT. - ST. MARY'S CATHEDRAL OF THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION - AFTERNOON

Kinsey walked the long, hushed aisle of the sanctuary, heading for the altar where an older man went about his duties. She shivered at the quiet of the massive room, how tiny and insignificant it made her feel. While she didn't believe in much, especially not organized religion thanks to her training in anthropology, Kinsey did trust in her own instincts and in the fact there was much more to the world than ...