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Thanks to the organic uniform provided by Stacy, Sam was clean and free from the sticky goop that he and Murphy had fallen in while exploring the secret room in the clock house. Now, clean and dry once again, he meandered down the streets of the city, studying all the massive structures that he'd only given a fleeting glance before. He stopped in front of St. Peter's Basilica, the very same cathedral that Connor and Murphy had been coming out of when he ran into them. Glancing downward, at the cargo pocket on his thigh, he pulled out his father's journal and took out the rosary that they used as bookmark--among other things--and a small silver flask.

Turning his eyes back to the building in front of him, he started up the steps and disappeared inside. Several minutes passed, minutes spent over the basin of holy water, blessing it for a second time, and filling his flask with it. Giving a satisfied nod, he tucked both items back into his pocket and stepped back out into the city.

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Trying or not, it worked. Not that it really took much to intimidate Harper, generally speaking. He leaned away from Sam, then snorted, equal parts mocking and unsettled. "Yeah, well, the Magog come for us here, you can keep your santuary. I'll stick with this."

He dropped his hand onto his gun. Not that it had helped much the last time, but hey, what were the chances they'd run into the Worldship here?

The corner of Sam's mouth turned upward into a half smile. He nodded. "I'll keep that in mind," he said. Then, after glancing around at the rest of the city, he changed the subject. "So what are you doin' down here anyway?" he asked.

"Looking around. Trying to forget where we are." Trying to forget when he'd come from was also high on the list.

"What about you? Other than 'conferring with the Divine'?" Harper's tone, suddenly gravely on the last words, was both sarcastic and seemed to be imitating someone. Rev would probably like the place.

"I wasn't praying," Sam corrected, pulling out the silver flask from his pocket and holding it up for Harper to see. "I was stealing Holy water. I thought it'd be a good idea to be prepared for whatever this 'Stacy' decides to throw at us. So I'm checkin' the place out."

Harper raised his eyebrows. "Water? Planning on meeting the Wicked Witch of the West in here somewhere?"

Sam leveled his gaze on Harper. "We're flying around in a giant intestine in space. And you think havin' some Holy water on hand is weird?" Shaking his head, Sam started walking down the street. "Maybe you're right," he called back, "but look at it this way, if Stacy decides to just strand us in the middle of a desert, I can always drink it."

Harper fell into step beside Sam easily enough. What? Not like he had anything better to do. "Hey, I've seen weirder. Trust me. None of it was afraid of water."

"Well, there's always a first time," Sam answered. His head moved steadily from side to side as he scanned the city, looking over each building with an intent expression on his face. It was like he was searching for something, but what, exactly?

"Yeah, and then you get your face gnawed off. Think I like my way better." Harper knew what he was looking for. Anything he could muck with. Simple man, simple goals.

Sam just shook his head again. "You always so trigger-happy?" he asked, glancing over at Harper with a curious look on his face.

"I'm still alive, aren't I?" He looked back with a vague air of '...duh?'

"Well, that's comforting," Sam retorted, continuing down the street. Eventually, he stopped outside a building that--like the clock house--didn't look like any kind of church or temple he'd ever seen before, and definitely didn't look like it belonged. "What's that?" he asked, nodding in the direction of the strange building.

"Hey, where I'm from, that's an accomplishment." And it was. Not that Harper really needed a reason to be cocky, but hey. It never hurt.

He followed Sam's nod, raising an eyebrow at the building in question. "A building."

Rolling his eyes, Sam glanced over at Harper with a vacant, unamused expression on his face. "Thank you, Captain Obvious," he retorted, then turned his attention back to the structure in front of him. "I meant what kind of building. I mean, it's obviously not a church...or a temple...or, whatever."

"So go find out." Yeah, that was a 'you' not a 'we.' Harper wasn't exactly renowned for bravery. Really, he was much more suited to being the brains of the operation, anyway.

Shaking his head, Sam moved closer to the building, giving the exterior one last look over before finally stepping inside. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion when he saw just exactly what was inside. "Oooo-kay," he muttered.

...Well, he never said he wouldn't follow.

"Oh yeah. Not in Kansas, anymore, Toto."

There was a noise. Back outside, in the city proper, where they'd just come from. Like the rush of something moving fast, and a clicking noise.

Harper could move fast, too. Especially when it meant getting his gun between him and random clicky noises. "What was that?"

"What was what?" Sam asked, glancing over his shoulder at Harper. He, apparently, hadn't noticed anything. "Dude, would you put that away?"

"You didn't hear anything?" No, he was not going to put his gun away, thank you very much. He might, however, be convinced not to point it at anything for a while.

"Nooo...I didn't..." Sam answered, looking at Harper as if he were crazy. He stepped back out of the building and, in exaggerated movements, looked first left, then right, then left again as if he were about to cross a street. "Because there's nothing out here," he finally said, turning his attention back to Harper. "So just put that away or point it at your head or whatever, and let's get going."

"Oh, ha ha. You're a real fucking comedian." He knew what he heard, and yes, he was paranoid, what mudfoot wasn't, but just because he was paranoid didn't mean they weren't out to get him.

He did, however, reluctantly lower his weapon. After taking a careful look around on his own.

Not far off, down the "lane," a shadowy shape darted around a corner.

"Shit!" See? See?! He was right! Hopefully Sam was safely out of the line of fire, because the corner that thing disappeared around just got a couple new bullet holes.