"Hurry, they are coming, you must leave now."
"Okay, father, but one last question."
"What is it"
"Why haven't the other saints come to help?"
"Hmm, good question." He grabs a chair, sits down, and brews some tea. Then proceeds to explain in perfect and intricate detail, as if he is lecturing.
*So, you're telling me that in the current situation, the father has enough time to ramble FOUR paragraphs? I mean, they must not be in that big of a hurry.
AJAlt