When Sylvia turned, Aleksandr was startled, not expecting her to turn around to face him.  He quickly looked out the window, feeling embarrassed and flustered.  His fingers twitched against each other.  He had thought of all the scenarios happening before deciding to glare at his father, and in all the scenarios, none of them involved Sylvia turning around.  He leaned his head back on the headrest.  His eyes quickly glanced at the seat in front of him and then continued to stare out the window at the dull grayness falling from the sky.  His mind wandered back to when they were in the hospital, both smiling.  The foreign nervousness came back.  He relaxed his shoulders, shrinking further into the cramped seat completely unsure of what to make of the situation.

[I]"By chance, would my old clothes be within the bag? I'd rather not lose my keys, phone or wallet if I can help it."[/I] 

Father Seraphim paused his contemplating for a moment, "Yes, the nurses at the hospital [I]did[/I] hand over your clothes.  They are in the back of the car in a brown paper bag," he turned the blinker on in the Toyota, and the car took a right hand turn, "In three lights I should make a left..." he repeated.  His eyes glanced at the rearview mirror, Aleksandr was focusing at the window as opposed to glaring at him.  A settled smile fell over the priest's face.  

As they approached the third light, the Toyota shifted lanes and Father Seraphim turned the left hand signal on before turning the wheel and car. He stopped the car by the two story building and the bookstore.  He let out a small sigh.  He turned to face Aleksandr, "Aleksy," he paused, waiting for Aleksandr to turn his attention from the windowsill, "Could you help Sylv get her things together?"

Aleksandr looked cautiously at his dad, still slightly embarrassed by what had happened between Sylvia and him not moments ago, "Yes, Papa," he muttered, trying to open the car door, until he realized it was locked, "The door's locked."

"Oh, Lord have mercy! Unlocking the doors would be most helpful!" Father Seraphim made a small chuckle, unlocking the doors.  Aleksandr opened the car door and got out of the vehicle to open up the boot.  He pulled out the wheelchair and unfolded it. He pressed his weight on it to make sure it was sturdy before wheeling it next to the passenger door.  He opened the passenger door.  He didn't mind getting rained on, but Sylvia probably would--especially how she was dressed.  They were going to have to do this quickly.

"Alright," he said nervously to Sylvia, trying to make a small smile on his face "I'm going to need your help, again," he held out his hand, feeling jittery tingles in his hand jumping with a strange excitement. [@Arista]