Someone called his name, and he woke up again. A quick look around the room reminded him where he was, and he sat up, just to check if he was in any condition to get up yet.

"Hugue...? You still alive in there?" The voice called again. It was of course the single occupant of the next room. The blond stared at the wall for a moment, debating if he should answer or not. After Abel called for him for a couple of more times, he finally gave in.

His reply was a simple, "Yes?"

Abel's voice picked up in cheerfulness instantly. "You are awake after all! Thank Heavens for that, I though I was going to be stuck here alone with no one to talk to for the rest of the evening, too! I..."

The silver-haired priest didn't get to continue. Hugue frowned slightly and cut him off by asking, "Evening?"

"...Eh..." Abel went quiet for a moment. "Oh, I don't know really, it's late afternoon or something. I managed to sleep a little, and I guess you've been sleeping as well. The priest who runs this place was kind enough to bring some soup earlier, but besides him nobody has bothered to stop by. It's so..."

Hugue didn't pay much attention to Abel's continued ramblings right then. He looked over to the desk and found a tray on it, with a plate and something else. He got out of the bed slowly, then stood there for a while, satisfied to find his condition better than earlier.

He moved to the desk and pulled the chair William had been using earlier closer and studied the tray. A plate with soup, some bread and a glass of water. The soup was cold, but he hadn't eaten anything all day and wasn't going to turn it down. He still couldn't use his left hand and remembered that only after trying, but in the end it didn't matter. He could eat while using just his right hand.

"...And then of course Tres had to apparently carry us both back from there," Abel's voice from behind the wall went on. Since Hugue was sitting closer to the wall now, he could hear him better. "Heh, it's so funny sometimes. He's such a little guy, but appearances sure can be deceiving. All right, I know he's not a human, but... Hugue? Hey? Are you even listening to me?"

"Yes," the swordsman answered, just to keep Abel happy for now. He was more interested in the food than the other priest's rambling, but he figured that answering something would keep Abel from going off on his case. "Go on."

"Some conversationalist you are," Abel replied. "But that's okay, I'm used to it. Tres isn't much of a conversation partner either, he just says 'positive' to half of my comments, and then complains that I am making no sense to the rest of them."

"Negative," Hugue heard another familiar voice from the other room answer right then. "I do not claim that your comments make no sense. However, I will point out if there is no logic to them, or if you are using expressions that are not understandable."

"Tres! You're back!" Abel said, sounding a lot happier now. Hugue returned his attention to his meal, idly listening to the conversation next door. At least Abel had someone else to talk to now and would leave him alone.

From the footsteps, Hugue guessed that Tres walked further into the room and stopped by the bed. He had figured already, comparing the location of the furniture in his own room, that Abel's bed was right behind the wall from where the desk was.

"Positive," was the cyborg's reply. "I was requested to return to make a report after I concluded my investigation. But, at the current time, I am unable to contact the Iron Maiden. It appears that the storm is causing interference."

"The weather's still that bad? Your coat's all wet," Abel complained, to which Tres simply replied "positive," although it seemed that Abel ignored him. "That rain is evil. And I'm still feeling sick and I'm stuck here, too, and..."

The silver-haired man continued rambling about something, but Hugue could only agree on the being stuck here part. He looked outside of the window and frowned as he saw lightning flash in the sky somewhere far away. The flash quickly faded, leaving him staring at the gray, darkening scenery obscured by the continuous rain. It made him uneasy, and he was slowly starting to wonder what was taking William so long.

He stayed there and stared outside of the window for a long moment, not paying much attention to the conversation next door right then. He was feeling somehow nervous.

"Did you find the remaining vampire?" he asked aloud abruptly.

"Eh?" Came Abel's confused reply from behind the wall. "What vampire? Oh wait, you're talking to Tres, aren't you, Hugue? I wouldn't know, I..."

"Negative," the cyborg's voice interrupted. "I searched for possible tracks, but the rain has destroyed them."

Hugue replied with a simple, "hmm," and continued staring outside. The room next to his was silent for a moment, then Abel tried to get him to tell why he was asking. When no answer was given, he eventually gave up and returned to complaining to Tres about feeling unwell.

"And the food they gave me here was good, but I'm still hungry," Abel continued whining. "Tres...? Couldn't you go to town and buy me something?"

"Negative," Tres answered. "According to my calculations, the nutrition value of the food served you here is sufficient for today."

"What? That's so cruel, Tres! You really don't care, do you? You just..." Abel continued ranting, his voice picking up an annoyed tone. Hugue tried to ignore it; had he had a normal human's sense of humor, he might have found the whole scene amusing.

The conversation turned into an argument, or rather, a one sided argument as Tres was not one to argue and only gave calm, short replies to whatever Abel accused him of. Hugue sighed silently, his expression turning gloomy as whatever little daylight there was started slowly disappearing outside. At least the rain was calming down, and after a while it stopped completely, leaving the scenery somewhat melancholy.

Finally he stood and moved to sit on the bed. He picked up his clothes and started dressing slowly and with some difficulty thanks to his arm. He glared at it but knew he couldn't do anything; he would just have to deal for now. At least he could still use his sword. He picked it up, then frowned as he realized that drawing the weapon would give him trouble. He hoped he wouldn't have to use it.

"You're not even listening to me, Tres!" Abel's voice from the other room claimed. "It's just like I was talking to-mmmmh!!" He was cut off, not that the swordsman would have known why. Not at that moment, at least. Hugue exited his room and opened the door leading to the neighboring room - only to find Tres knelt down on the edge of the bed, kissing the silver-haired man.

Hugue watched for a moment, then stated nonchalantly, "I'm going to town. Professor Wordsworth hasn't returned."

"Positive," Tres replied, breaking the kiss. "I will take my leave as well. I must make an attempt to contact the Iron Maiden for my report. I must also continue my search for the last target."

"Wh-what... Tres!" Abel blushed bright red and pulled the sheets to cover his face. "What did you do that for?" He mumbled, lowering his voice to keep the blond from hearing them, although he didn't exactly succeed. "Hugue saw us...!"

"It was the most effective way of silencing you, Father Nightroad," Tres answered. "It is also my answer to your accusations. I will return later." With that, Tres left the room.

Hugue glanced over at Abel, unable to keep a hint of a smile from touching his lips as he turned to follow the Gunslinger outside of the church.