That night, one of the Angels visited him again. She acted oddly even for one of these returners, acting coy and shy in the manner of a young virgin. The Church allows the people few hints as to what happened in this visitation, but within it's leadership, the Returner's Visitation is known well. The Saint was terrified in a way he had not been when facing the terrible powers of the inferno the day before. He locked himself in his room for three weeks, allowing himself no food and drinking only what he had to to survive, praying and atoning for all his sins, both remembered and forgotten. At long last, he had a vision; he saw the Kingdom of Heaven, torn and in shambles. He gazed into a Heaven bereft of it's Lord. The Angel who had visited him, who had brought him this sight out of pity, devotion, and her own indescribable feelings, then explained to him that the Lord was not there, and could not be found. The Angels themselves do not know of Him, or how He could have gone; such a thing cannot be, by definition. There is no way to understand it. He asked her why she had brought him here, and she said that even in the absence of God, and the face of dark hordes the likes of which even the modern Earth has never seen, the Lord's messengers still love and protect mankind, and still keep His divine laws in their hearts. And she threw her arms about him, and drew his breath from his lungs when she kissed him, and weeping, desperate, and confused, Petrus was again the subject of an Angel's Visitation.