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[stbethadettes]

It's the first time someone's tried to enter the church since she's been back, and yeah, it kind of surprises her.

Sitting there on the front pew, her open book in her hand, Beth listens for a minute.

The amazons wouldn't bother with just trying to open the front doors. They'd get down to business, maybe shoot an arrow through another one of her goddamn windows. She doesn't expect decorum from those chicks.

Whoever it is will probably go away when they realize the doors are locked.

There's another push on the door, this one harder, and Beth quietly closes her book, putting it down, and stands up, just waiting.

They can't get in. They'll have to leave.

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The light's even more visible in the upstairs window from the back, half of it's open, letting in the night air.

"Beth?"

First time Yorick showed her the envelope with that name on it, she did a double-take. But his Beth's in Australia, so...

"I'm looking for a woman named Beth." Her voice echoes loudly in the stillness of the sanctuary. The grass in the graveyard, long and untended, would be tickling at her ankles if she didn't have on a good snake-proof pair of riding boots. "The front door of your church was locked, so I hopped the fence back here, and--"