Roxy caught Christa as she stumbled, shifting the girl's arm around her shoulder, supporting her as she walked. She could see the ornate ancient spires of the old church rising over the drab brick buildings surrounding it. If there was a place to find some kind of guidance the old church would be the place. She had never expected to be going to church so desperately, but the sense of dread out in the streets was growing and she more than ever wanted to be inside behind some big stone walls.