Even in his buttoned up shirt and jeans with not too many holes in them, Jerrik still felt like an outsider in the church.

He was squished next to his girlfriend, Lydia, who had convinced him to come once again, saying that it would make her parents happy knowing they at least sometimes attended.

The most annoying thing wasn't the nonsense the pastor constantly spouted, but rather the constant standing and sitting. He wished they would just pick one, preferably sitting. Although standing for the full two and a half hours would be better than the never-ending switching.

As he stared at her, wishing now was an appropriate time to stroke her blond hair, he thought back to how they met. Her adventurous spirit had led her to agreeing to come to a concert with her friends, one he nearly didn't attend himself. He accidentally bumped into her while thrashing around to the loud music, and it surprisingly kicked off from there. He smiled, noting that even then she was wearing that same goofy blue cardigan.

Then he heard a faint whisper from his beloved.

"Hey, want to get out of here?" she asked, her warm breath caressing his ear.

Blushing like an innocent teenager, he nodded his head. She was usually so serious about church.

Grabbing more stares than usual, they quickly exited the building. Soon they were behind the chapel and his hands were with hers.

"I met this fantastic man."

The words cut right through his heart.

"He's waiting on us. He has something to show us. I promise, you'll love it," she taunted him, smiling.

"What man?" he asked, now confused.

"You'll see," she responded, walking toward the large tree by the youth building.

As they approached, he saw a man in a large brown trenchcoat with sunglasses on. It was odd considering he was standing deep in the shade.

"What's going on?" Jerrik asked, anger rising. If she was leaving him for this drug-dealer looking asshole, he was going to lose it.

"Come on, follow me," the man spoke, his voice cheery yet influential.

Seeing no other option, Jerrik followed him and his girlfriend. The man soon stood in front of the youth building, tightly grabbing the handle.

This calmed him, as he assumed perhaps he was simply an eccentric church member, and that he had nothing to worry about. Perhaps this was some youth project they were being tasked with preparing for.

The charming man opened the door as tension climaxed, and a gust of air blew out.

Jerrik's jaw dropped at what he saw.

He wasn't looking inside the youth building. Instead, it was a blinding pink light with fluffy clouds trying to crawl their way out of the doorframe.

"Lydia told me you might be interested in coming along with us this time," the man smiled. "My name is Smith, Doc Smith."

"This time?" Jerrik asked, taken aback. He ignored the extended hand.

He noticed Lydia roll her eyes, but before more could be said they were all interrupted by the night preacher rampantly running their way, shouting uncontrollably.