Elsewhere...

Father Hernan Domingo mopped his brow feverishly as he stood outside his parish - La Corazon de la Madonna Bendiga - and he watched nervously as the line leading inside began to grow. Never had their small church gained such attention. He had merely made one phonecall, to another priest in a neighboring town... and the next thing he knew, the global media, representatives from the Vatican, and bewildered locals arrived in droves, all anxious to validate the sight for themselves.

Well, perhaps 'sight' was a bit of a misnomer... 'sound' would have been more appropriate.

La Corazon de la Madonna Bendiga had boasted one of the most ornate statues of the Virgin Mary in all of South America. It had been the pride of Father Domingo and the other members of the church... not to mention the whole community. Such a thing as happened here... well... it wasn't exactly orthodox...

"<Father Domingo?>"

Hernan jumped, gasping suddenly and clutching his rosary. Quickly regaining his composure, he turned around, taking in the pale face of a white-haired man with a clerical collar.

The older man smiled subtly. "<So sorry to have frightened you, Father,>" he said, bowing slightly. "<My name is Father Indigo. I am the special investigator for the Vatican, come to check the divine validity of your... happening.>"

Domingo breathed a heavy sigh. "<Ah, yes,>" he said nervously, still running his fingers over the beads in his hands. "<So glad to meet you.>" Extending his hand, he shook Father Indigo's hand. Indigo noted, with a bit of distaste, that the amount of perspiration on Domingo's hand was... to put it nicely... excessive.

"<Yes,>" Indigo said, clearing his throat. "<Well. Shall we... observe?>"

"<Of course!>" Domingo said, pushing his way past the crowd and into the church doors, beckoning for Indigo to follow him. "<Please... come with me.>"

As soon as Indigo entered the church doors, he stopped suddenly. The words were already reaching his ears... and they shocked him, to say the least.

Domingo looked back over his shoulder. "<You... understand the words?>" he asked. Domingo only spoke Spanish, while Indigo, being a well-travelled representative for the Vatican, spoke many of the languages of the world. And, while the entire conversation didn't seem to make much sense to him, the words coming out of it certainly did...

"Fuck you, you mother fucking alien... fucker!"

Indigo nodded solemnly.

Domingo got a bit excited then. Rushing suddenly to Indigo's side, he gripped the older priest's shoulders. "<What? What does she say? ...and why does she say it in a man's voice? And with that accent?>"

Father Indigo merely nodded, moving closer to the sound of the voice, where it was obvious that many of the locals didn't understand English. Many dozens of people stood around, bowing, crossing themselves, and praying in loud, wailing voices. Above them, the statue of the Virgin stood proudly, clutching her heart and looking down lovingly at her worshippers. Her mouth, however, was not conveying that love.

Instead, a masculine voice with a slight Russian accent was speaking her stead.

"What the fuck is a coolant system? I mean, I know you're from, like, Uranus or something, but at least speak in fucking English!!!"

"Oh, boy..." Indigo muttered to himself. "This is going to be difficult..."

Back at the Bronco...

Icarus mumbled a question - mainly to himself. Somewhere in Paraguay, an elderly priest crossed himself and muttered a prayer, preparing for exorcism.

"You do realize that none of us can understand you, right?" Falstaff asked him.

In an act of desperation, Icarus flipped the man who was Tommy Foxe the bird. Lykopis rolled her eyes.

"Stop being childish, you two!" Lykopis said, sounding oddly like a grandmother. "We must think of a way to get out of this mess... and quickly."

"Give me a minute," Adem said, furrowing his brow... and looking slightly taller everytime they looked at him.

Icarus said that he'd time him, while Nick Bottom glared daggers at the pilot... then sighed heavily.

"I wonder what the others are up to..." he said as his features once again shifted to those of Petruchio.