Suddenly John was struck by violent images, he wondered if the others in the house had the same experience, or maybe something worse. Quietly he left his room and moved across the hall to Sister Joan’s room; he wrapped lightly on the wooden door frame. “Sister Joan, are you awake?” He asked but, there was no answer on the other side. John thought this was quite odd, she was a light sleeper, the slightest noise was known to rouse her from her sleep. John thought it over for a moment, what if Sister Joan was not able to answer him, John took it upon himself and decided to go into her bedroom.
Entering slowly into her room, he stopped to observe the condition of the bed, it looked to be just as it might have during the morning hours. The pillows were positioned upright on the bed against the headboard, and the bed top didn’t even have a wrinkle, it was as if Sister Joan never slept here. Moving toward the door, John stopped to look around. “Where could she possibly be?” He wandered. Unlike his bedroom, Sister Joan’s was in perfect order, everything in its place, and a place for everything. So why was it only his room had been annihilated?
Once John left Sister Joan’s room, he moved next to Father McFlannery’s; he was missing too, and his room was a mirror image of Sister’s, his room was neatly organized as well, too bad John’s wasn’t. He left Father McFlannery’s room almost as quickly as he entered it. Sister Gertrude’s room was more of the same. Nothing was touched; John needed to know what was going on.
It was nearly eleven at night, and the house was still dark and empty. John just couldn’t figure it out, why was his room ransacked and who was responsible? What he knew for certain, was that they were already gone, leaving just one question remaining, where were the others.
Just when he thought he would never find the answers, he heard the front door creaking open, and after seeing the mess in his room, he was bit apprehensive to see who his visitor was.
A moment of relief was due to John when he came to the landing that was where he found Sister Joan and Father McFlannery standing in the hall, but where was Sister Gertrude, judging by the woebegone expressions on their faces it only caused him to worry that much more. “Judging by the look on your faces I’m afraid to ask the question, but where is Sister Gertrude?” He inquired. Father McFlannery removed his hat and hung it on the rack. “Right now isn’t the right time, Father.” He replied. Sister Joan looked up at the young vicar. “Sister Gertrude passed away tonight.” She replied. “We didn’t want to tell you just yet, what with your grandmother passing away and all, we didn’t want to upset you.” Sister Joan dried her eyes. “Your apologies aren’t necessary, Sister Joan.” John came down the stairs to comfort her.
“Sister Gertrude was like my own grandmother.” Except for the daily shots of Vodka and Irish Whiskey, John thought only to himself. “She will be greatly missed.” He offered his condolences. Father McFlannery moved past John while taking Sister Joan by the arm. “Excuse us, Father St. Moritz, Sister Joan and I will be retiring to our quarters, it has been a rather stressful day for the two of us.” Father McFlannery declared. Before John had the chance to ask any question about the night’s events, they had already disappeared around the landing’s corner. He decided instead he would retire to bed as well; it was useless to ask any questions now, he would have to wait until morning, he decided now to fix up his room, in honor of the now dearly departed Sister Gertrude.