Merry Sister Mary and the One and Only Killer

The bus journey had been tedious, made slightly more interesting by attempting to flick boogers at a crying baby and successfully getting the handsome bus assistant to lean over your seat. Your umbrella, Mr. D. Thomas, had served its purpose shielding your eyes from the sun. Rocked by the bus's movement, you drifted off to sleep, only to be jolted awake by screeching brakes.

Stepping out of the bus, you found yourself at a busy dock overlooking the murky Mississippi River. The bus was about to load onto a ferry – a nightmare scenario for your water-averse self. As you frantically searched for your umbrella, a shocking realization hit: it was gone! Spotting it in the distance, clutched by a woman in black hurrying into a red convertible, you chased after her in a panic. But it was too late. The car sped off, and the ferry, carrying your luggage, pulled away without you. Stranded and cursing God, you realize your journey to the convent has taken a very unexpected, possibly dangerous, turn.