You don't see anyone at the pulpit. Checking the confessional, you startle upon finding there's actually someone there; an older, bald gentleman who you quickly realize must be the Reverend. He looks at you curiously, so you figure you should get on with it before you end up looking any dumber.
"Sorry, um, do you know what time it is?"
"About 3:30."
You thank him and then quickly leave, not wanting to be a bother.
