Cut to Will in bed, continuing, "Yeah, I know the place." He turns to Helen, who's sleeping, and says he has to go. Helen mumbles, "They're just clowns." Will, who doesn't have time for sleep-talking: "Right."

Cut to artificial light streaming through high stained glass windows. Sirens. The camera drifts down from the windows to the floor, where we can see that the vandalism and desecration of Helen's dream actually happened. Me: "Holy shit." Frink: "Well, yes." The actual damage looks even worse than in Helen's dream; textiles are in shreds, almost everything that could be easily broken or overturned is, and the place is an ungodly mess. There are cops and, I guess, firefighters everywhere, investigating. Father Ken, in sweatshirt and jeans, leads Will and Chewy in as Will asks if the damage is confined to this area. Father Ken says it is, adding, "And nothing is missing. Some of the icons are gold or silver. This is just vandalism." Chewy asks if there are any disgruntled parishioners. Father Ken refrains from cracking, "You mean apart from Will's wife?" Chewy adds, "Angry mail? Threats?" Father Ken: "Somebody's always disgruntled. And hate mail comes with the territory. But nothing unusual. Nothing too disturbing. I don't think it's kids. We've had that before." Chewy, who in deference to the gravity of the situation is actually not eating anything for once in his life, comments, "It's terrible, Father. You know, I'm not a religious guy, but…it's hard to look at a thing like this." Father Ken thanks him, saying he needs to go make some calls. Will assures him they're going to find the culprit(s). Father Ken takes off without saying anything.

Will walks a little distance away from Chewy, who mutters, "Sick bastard." Will looks at him. Chewy: "I mean the perp, not the Father." Uh, was there any doubt there? Will surveys the damage. Chewy: "You Catholic, boss?" Will: "Call Forensics." Chewy says he did, and they're en route. Will tells him to find out what's taking them so long. Chewy crunches off through the debris. Will stares at a large cross that looks kind of burnt. Propping his elbow on his other arm, he puts his hand over his mouth thoughtfully, and then surreptitiously crosses himself. Whoa! Wasn't expecting that. It's nice to see that this show can still surprise me sometimes. It's been…a while. I guess you can take the altar boy out of the Church, but you can't take the Church out of the altar boy.