The Ultimate Host

In Father Zimmerman House, the living room..

Cross and Father Zimmerman were having some tea. before they had some tea, Father Zimmerman patched up his injuries. " I tell you where your wife is." Lastly, she was seen near hot water geysers." You should start from there." Cross nodded and sighed. " Thank you." Cross guzzled down his hot tea and blew air from out his nose and nostrils. He could feel the heat in his chest. Before Cross left Zimmerman had something to say. " Wait before you go I must tell you something. " I read your mind and saw your future events." They don't look good." As far as I'm concern this war aftermath will not end well for you." Cross played Father Zimmerman off and left the house. His next stop was the hot water geysers. Father Zimmerman clutched his ribs and started coughing up chunks of blood. He walked up the flight of stairs and went into his bed and fell asleep. He was in a lot of pain. After this day he would quit being a priest. It was too much stress and drama. Just as he was about to close his eyes, he heard a voice in his head. A familiar voice.