I woke up with a sore head and aching arms. I tried to shift into a more comfortable position but found I could not move. The sound of rain filled my senses, along with the smell of old wood. That does not seem right, nor does the fact that my arms are above my head and my bed is hard. Slowly, I raised my eyelids to figure out what was going on. My eyes flooded with light almost immediately, causing me to blink several times in pain. What is going on? Where am I if I’m not in my bed?
Finally, my eyes adjusted to the bright light, and I found myself spread out on an alter in what seemed like the middle of a church. It looked like an abandoned church because I could see crosses and places where the rain was dripping through the roof on the ceiling high above me. I tried again to raise my
