All the times that you fell through - Catalina, Cai [forwarddated to Sunday]

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Trying to find a church that she fitted into had become one of Catalina's most important pre-occupations, especially since she had made the decision to marry Ciaran. They needed somewhere to wed that would support them, somewhere that would become their home with people who would become their family. They had come to this church last Sunday, although this morning Ciaran had been unwell and said he couldn't make it along. Catalina had sent her love and said she'd pray for a quick recovery from whatever cold had knocked him down.

She'd spoken with some of the other members of the congregation last week, but not many as she would have liked, and she had spoken in depth with the Father as well, explaining her search for a church in the area but not talking about her fall from grace. If he asked, however, she would not keep it from him.

This week as people gathered just outside after the service to chat with friends, Catalina stood a little awkwardly and smiled at anyone who met her eye. She wasn't sure where to even begin with a new church, not really. It had been hard enough coming to London in the first place and starting at a new one, and in truth she still missed so much of her church back in Chile. There were ways things were done, and words that were said, and just little differences in the running and worship that she felt she had lost. It wasn't big things, it never was, but it sometimes made her feel a sense of isolation just to be so far from the place where she had first fallen in love with God.

She held a cup of tea in her hand - most had tea or coffee or juice, a few moments to turn themselves from the world inside the church and back to the one outside - and she blew on it softly before taking a sip.

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In all the world, Cai had two places of sanctuary; his bedroom, and church. Currently however, his bedroom was overtaken with exam paraphernalia, so it was less of an oasis than usual. His final exam - History - was tomorrow, and though he did enjoy church - really, truly - he perhaps jumped at the chance to escape his room and the books with a fraction more eagerness than usual.

"Hullo again," he said, sidling up to a young woman he didn't recognise, holding a plate with the very last of the chocolate biscuits as an offering. "I saw you here last week but I never got a chance to say hey. So, hey, I'm Cai. Chocolate biscuit?"

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"Thank you," Catalina said, taking one of the biscuits with a smile. "My name is Catalina. It's very nice to meet you, Cai. I do not yet know many here."