*The walls of Saint Rosemary's cathedral hummed and prattled with rain as the dreary night wore its course. Lone candles flickered across the church body as the stained glass shined from the moonlight above. The pews sat empty, the world inside was tranquil, reverent. It was a picture of penance, focus, peace, and above all else, grace and love. The Cross hung at the altar, its figure of the Savoir looking down at the imaginary souls that would be sitting in the pews, and down at one person stil...