High in the tower, hidden from view, the man hanging by his neck from the bell rope was dead. Fresh start my foot. It wouldn't be a rehab. The ruin is beyond that. It's dead. Only resurrection can bring it back to life, and for the next resurrection we must wait until the end of time. Who would be fool enough to try to build a congregation in an area where the only growing thing is poverty? He could hear them still coming, getting closer and closer to their deaths. Priest, are you willing to risk the lives of all your friends?