Occasionally Hayden would get bored or find that something was bothering him and he would go to the temple, usually half way there he would find out what it really was, generally not something that would stain his soul in anyway or so he thought and he’d go home and either grab something to eat or a nap.

Hayden was pretty basic in his needs. When one had eight siblings, life was pretty basic.

But today he’d gone to the Temple, and had sat there head bowed while some of the most ridiculous, useless thoughts he had ever had in his life. But then he stood in the Temple Way.