Things were quiet in the church of St. George’s-in-the-East - just as the Reverend Daniel O'Connor liked it. That wasn't to say that he didn't wish a few more people would join his congregation on a Sunday or that he didn't like the echoing tunes that emanated from the church organ. Just that he preferred the church during its calm moments at the end of the day, when the air was cool and still, and where it almost seemed like he could hear God's whispers between the aisles as he tidied up the hymn books and gathered up any litter.