"What's this life for?"
-Creed, "What's This Life For?"

Angel stepped into the church gingerly. He wasn't used to being able to touch crosses - Keep in mind he'd only been human a few hours - and the look of them still did intimidate him a little.

Omnipresent free's
In my mind
Spoken words I've said
One million times
Who are you to tell me
It'll always be this way
I close my eyes
And I turn around
And leave it all behind

The Church Of The Incarnation. That's what this place was called. Out of all the forty plus churches in Sunnydale, he came here. It had a pretty name and a nice look. A quaint, medium-sized building made of a brick bottom and white wooden siding on the upper two thirds. A tall steeple stood on top of it, but that was only for decoration he realized since there wasn't any bell. Inside it was painted a pale blue with ornate white trim and the usual religious decorations.

So free... for the moment
Lost somewhere between the earth and the sky
So free... for the moment
Lost because I wanna be lost
Don't try to find me

Dipping his index and middle fingers into the silver bowl of Holy Water beside him, he crossed himself and moved forward down the aisle. Siding into a pew, he knelt down on the cushion before him and recited the Hail Mary to himself in his head. He had the good luck of arriving just before the beginning of an evening service. He felt more inconspicuous with other people around him.

Always tried to breeze
Through my life
Repetitious things I've done
One million times
Who are you to tell me
That I'll always be this way
I close my eyes
And I turn around
And leave it all behind

Wow. He hadn't been to church in well over two hundred years, not a functioning one anyway. The one Spike tried draining him in didn't count. When he was human, his father and mother had taken the family to a service every Sunday and made sure that a blessing was said before every meal. He missed them. Their friends - his friends - too.

What could I do
It's not such a terrible thing
And what would you do
It's not such a terrible thing

Lowering his head, he listened as the priest addressed his parish. It was the end of Easter Season, and customary for the priest to anoint everyone with a sprinkling of Holy Water. Traversing the aisles, he used a special instrument to shake a little water onto everyone in the pews.

So free... for the moment
Lost somewhere between the earth and the sky
So free... for the moment
Lost because I wanna be lost

Crossing himself when the Holy Water hit his skin, Angel sat back down and listened to the rest of the sermon. The ceremony was a simple one, symbolizing the reaffirmation of a Catholic's baptismal vows, but it held a special meaning for him. It was almost like God was giving him a chance at starting over and making the best that he could with his life. And he intended to do just that. After all, wasn't that what he was doing after he'd regained his soul in the first place?

So free... for the moment
Lost somewhere between the earth and the sky
So free... for the moment
Lost because I wanna be lost
Don't try to find me...