“Well, they had in the past, but I had already been excommunicated at that point and they were no longer interested in saving my ass,” he admits. It’s hard not to see a bit of humour in the situation now that it’s so far in the past. “I was bailed out by another priest. The one I was excommunicated for pointing a gun at, actually. He wasn’t doing me any favours, really, he sent me away right after. He needed me to investigate some people and since I was no longer a priest, I was innocuous in ways he wasn’t.”

As he finishes with the eggs and toast, Marcus prepares two plates and brings them over to the table. Once Kat comes out, he’ll make a plate for her as well, but for now, it’s good to be off his injured leg.

“But, yes, I knew her from before,” he says. “Her mother was here, too, for a time.” He misses Angela even now. She had become a good friend over her time here and he wishes she was still here. For Kat’s sake more than his own.