Oliver gets woken up by his doorbell. he looks at the time and finds it's nine a.m.

  He quickly gets out of his sleeping bag and puts on a fresh pair of clothes before leaving the room and going downstairs to open the door. When he does, he finds the owner of the junkyard standing there with six more unloading a large dumpster. Oliver tries to remember the owner's name before remembering the sign that read Greg’s Salvage Yard and goes to greet the people who will be clearing out the estate. As he approaches, he sees the spectral dog running past him towards Greg. When Greg sees the blue, slightly transparent dog, he smiles and says, “It’s good to see you again, buddy,” while giving the dog scratches.

  As Oliver walks up to Greg, he says, “he’s a bit bluer than your sign, so you might have to repaint it.”

  Greg laughs while still playing with the dog. “A bit, but I would rather have him like this than not at all.”

  Greg gives the dog a last pet before standing up and asking, “So what are we doing?”

  Oliver nods and says, “Everything that isn’t nailed down has to go. The only thing that I want to keep is the kitchen and what's in the walk-in closet on the first floor.”

  Greg nods and turns to his workers. “You heard the man; everything has to go except the kitchen and the walk-in closet. Let's get to work.”

  Oliver asks Greg, “How long do you think this will take to empty? I still have some things I need to do in town.”

  Greg shrugs. “It might take the day; depends on how much furniture there is.”

  Oliver nods, “I’ll give you my phone number for if you’re finished and I'm not back yet.”

  After giving Greg his phone number, Oliver gets into his pickup and drives to the church in Ely.

  While driving to town, Oliver calls the roofing company.

  As the company picks up, he can hear the sound of hammers and nail guns in the background as the man answers.

  “Hello, white iron roofing, Nathan here. What can I do for ya?”

  “Hello, I’m Oliver Moreau. You gave a quote on replacing the roof of the estate by Lake Vermilion.”

  Nathan covers the microphone, and Oliver can hear the muffled sound of him yelling something. The moment Nathan takes his hand off the microphone, the sounds of work have stoped. “And, sir, have you been able to make a decision?”

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  “I have, but I'd rather discuss this in person,” Oliver said to Nathaniel, who began to look through his notebook to see when he could have a meeting.

  Nathaniel asks, “I’m available to discuss the quote at 4 p.m. tomorrow. Does that work for you?”

  Oliver answers, “Sure, I’ll see you then.” With his talk to the roofers complete, he drives to the church to find out what's going on in there.

  Once he arrives, he is greeted by yellow police tape, however this does little to stop him from entering the church.

  He steps into the church and can feel the unmistakable sensation of a nearby anomaly. This one, however, is different from the doghouse; it's much more powerful, and as his sense is all over the place from this feeling alone, Oliver can deduct it's a greater anomaly. While weaker anomalies are easier to find as his sense can bring him directly to them, stronger anomalies change the world around them to better suit their origin.

  As oliver walks around the church, he looks at the half painted mural on the wall and he thinks “a being holding a jug descending from the sky to help a village suffering from a drought.” oliver walks to where the mural stops and waits for a minute he isn’t certain but to make sure he places his finger where the mural stops and after waiting a couple more minutes the mural has slowly crept past his finger.

  “It’s still building its domain then.” Oliver thinks to himself. He looks around the church and notices two statues, a man and a woman, both holding large jugs. “These statues are made from marble, not something I would expect in a small town church.”

  Oliver looks around and goes over to the alter, behind it he finds a similar clay jug as is depicted on the mural so he touches it but the feeling remains so it's not what he is looking for, but he does take a look inside the jug, only to find it full of water.

  Oliver shines his phone light in there but sees nothing at the bottom. As he looks into the jug, the phone slips out of his hand and into the jug of water.

  He can only watch helpless as his phone sinks to the bottom ofthe flashlight still burning. “dammit i liked that phone.” he waits for his six year old phone to break in the water before taking it out as he doesn’t want to get shocked but after a minute of his flashlight not turning off he gets suspicious “there is no way that thing would survive normally.”

  He puts his finger in the water and feels a slight tingle, nothing painful, so he keeps going until he can pull out his phone. As he pulls out his phone, he notices that the screen is no longer cracked and the see-through case is no longer yellow.

  The sensation of the anomaly is still there, so the anomaly is not the water but maybe what it produces. he looks around the room and finds several items that might be the anomalie creating this water he starts at the two holy water reservoirs at the entrance of the building while it is the same water from the jug but still not the anomaly he then looks at what he trullie hopes is not the anomaly, a large granite baptismal font. He walks over to the font and touches it and ofcourse the moment he touches it the feeling dissipates, and he lets out a long, annoyed groan. “why does it always have to be the heaviest thing?” the granite font isn't very ornate, but it will still weigh at least three hundred pounds. Oliver takes a step outside to take a breath of fresh air before he begins the struggle of moving the font only to be met by the officer from the previous day. “so it was you we were about to blindfold pete to come and get you.” the officer says while gesturing at the guy who is clearly still in training.

  Oliver gets an idea. “Hey, mind helping me with something?”

  The officer looks suspicious at Oliver, remembering how much of a prankster his uncle was.

  Oliver, however, goes to his truck and gets three ratchet straps before grabbing the officer's arm and taking him into the church. Before he can properly comprehend what Oliver is doing, they are in the church, and he says, “Oh, come on, man, I haven’t prayed in years. I'm not starting now.”

  Oliver shrugs and says, “You won't start praying unless you touch the water, I think.”

  The officer looks unconvinced but lets out a sigh. “Fine, what do you need?”

  I walk over to the front and ask him, “Would you please help me move this thing? It's heavy.”

  The officer gives Oliver a distrustful look and says, “How am I suppose to help you with that? I can't touch it.”

  “You can touch it, just not the water.” Oliver looks at the trainee and tells him, “Hey, new guy, touch the front.”

  The trainee looks uncertain but does as he is told and touches the font, but nothing happens.

  Oliver looks back at the officer with a smile. “See nothing.”