There was something comforting about there being more people experiencing the same problem as him--the voice. He tugged on the sleeves of his jacket, making sure his hands were being covered from the cool air. He kept his lower face partially buried in the scarf around his neck. James also felt a relief that he was not the only male in the group. Before following Katherin, he made the sign of the cross, Eastern style, of course. [i]Domine, exaudi orationem. [/i] He tucked his hands now into his pockets, nervously. Just maybe, just maybe there would be a win from all of this.