Stephen had looked everywhere for Anon. Only one place left to look now: the church. Stephen didn’t believe, but he often had to go there to fetch Anon. They’d always go there in some misguided attempt to ‘pray the trans away’. The worst part is he got them. He’s been there too, sitting in the same chair, whispering that same prayer half a million times. He walks over to the church, and opens the large door to find a single occupant.

“Anon! You’re here again? Seriously, how many times do I have to tell you that shit isn’t gonna work?” He calls out as he approaches them as they rise from their chair and hastily wipe away tears. “Come with me. We’re getting out of here and we’re gonna talk about this.” Stephen says firmly, taking their hand and dragging them out of the church. They walk in silence to a nearby park, and seat themselves on a bench.

“So. Tell me. What were you doing at the church?” Stephen asked, even though he knew the answer. They’ve had the same song and dance a dozen times already.