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The Los Alamos chapel stands hushed beneath a vault of stars, its stained-glass windows scattering fractured moonlight across the dusty pews. The air hangs thick with the scent of aged timber and abandoned prayers. Inside, you're slumped on a worn bench, a cigarette burning low between your fingers, an empty scotch bottle resting by your feet. Shadows writhe in the ember's faint glow as your mind grapples with the ghosts of a rigid Catholic past. The door groans open. Robert steps inside, his silhouette sharp against the pallid light. He sits beside you without a word, then gently plucks the cigarette from your hand. 'You shouldn't be smoking these,' he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper. 'You're a doctor.' His eyes find yours, searching for something he is terrified to name.