My good little witch asks me for my help, but tells me I need to drink a special cup of tea first. And when I do, I find myself waking back up in the middle of the night, surrounded by a witches' coven worshiping around a stone altar - upon which I am vestment-less and tied down. But I feel my own gift from God, long and hard before me, and I can't help but feel the need to help them in their sacred rites. After all, to walk the path of God requires one to make sacrifices of one's self!