You appear from the shade of bougainvillea tree into the late afternoon sun. The small seaside town of Serif bustles quietly as it has since ancient time. The people dress differently, and their languages have changed over the millennia, but humans will always have the same need of their gods, even if they don't know it. You take in the small town square -- from the old taverna down to the rocky beach, and then up the hill to the convent -- and wonder where to start....