"Inside, it's suddenly evening, suddenly quiet. Almost subterranean. Little glowing lights, opulent gloom. Big smooth pillars. Grey daylight gleaming weakly in the windows, seemingly a long way off, as if the outside world has gone faint and distant. The way it does when you're lying in hospital, wondering if you'll ever get back there. Like my Dad last year, that evening on the ward, my last visit."
The third part of a hyperfiction based on visits to churches in the City of London. Part 3 takes in the following: