In your imagination you would have expected to find him with his traditional corpse paint, almost forgetting that he hadn't been Pope for years; what you were confronted with, instead, was a simple man, tired and in his most vulnerable moment. Yet there is still a dormant beauty in his timeworn features, and you remember what one of the senior Sisters had told you about him: at first, you might think you can't stand him or don't like him at all, but that man is dangerous. He always finds a way. Or: Terzo Emeritus is temporarily forced on wheelchair and crutches due to a knee injury. You have to take care of him and his house for a month and a half. Nothing you haven't done before, you'd think. Well, think again.