Churches? No, my people turn to ash on the threshold.

[Or that's the expected effect, isn't it. Prior isn't religious - wasn't - but he was raised with sunday services and on rare occasions he walks with the fold.]

Or, maybe once or twice, for carols by candlelight. [The music's the lure, and how pretty everything is that time of year. As he thinks about it, stained glass patterns start to play across the boathouse floor. They look an awful lot like echoes of the Atlantis John's talking about.]

It shouldn't be such a rare thing: feeling wanted.