[If there's one thing that has the ability to snap Thomas out of the haze these events have cast over his mind, it's the extraordinarily unusual sight of a man attempting to preach to him while carrying some sort of replica of a Church.

It may be even stranger than the flying cars, he considers.]

I have indeed, [he says, a smile playing at the corner of his lip.] But I do not believe that I have heard your good word. [His eyes flick down to the tiny church back to the stranger's face.]

And unless you have managed to procure that in your stay here, it appears that whoever is in charge here has seen it fit to facilitate your doubtlessly noble cause.