Bad Luck Bears

BASTIEN At first, when he had received a box of towels outside the door of the church, Bastien had thought someone with a practical sense of humour had delivered them for his next party. But when he read the note inside, which said something about helping the 'midwifery clinic' out...he knew it wasn't meant for him. This would not have been a problem had the parcel been intended for anyone else - but the only midwife he knew of in the area was Phoebe...and he had been doing a very good job so far of avoiding her after their spat. But he also did not want her to think he was holding her supplies hostage now, so he had rolled his eyes, pulled up his sleeves and carried the box down to the clinic. There was a chill wind in the air which made him wish he'd brought a coat, but it wasn't a long trip. Before long he was at the door, which he noticed was slightly ajar. Perfect - he could hopefully just slip it open and drop the package before he could be noticed. Bastien pushed the door open and leaned down to put the package on the ground inside...but then he looked up into the clinic. It was eerily quiet and empty, and the door was slightly open. Despite how much he had clashed with Phoebe before, he still felt an obligation to check on the girl and make sure she was alright. With a sigh he stepped through the threshold. "Miss Phoebe? I am sure I am not company you want, but I have a package for you-" He was going to say more (he always had more to say) when he was shocked by the door behind him suddenly slamming shut from a particularly aggressive gust of wind -- then to Bastien's utter horror, the latch groaned and the doorknob fell off. He walked back and tried to pull the door open by pulling at the crack with his nails, but it was no use. "Oh, shit, fuck and balls." He mumbled under his breath. I'm feelin' like a big bang