Sunday.

Django liked coming to the cathedral on Sundays to leave some flowers in the altar. Sometimes he prayed for the city and for Sabata, and sometimes he just thanked Sol for all the things he had done for him.

And now, even when he knew this wasn't his San Miguel, he still wanted to do it.

So there he was, walking towards the altar with some sunflowers in one hand and his gun in the other hand. Little did he know this was going to be a crazy sunday.

Well, at least crazy than usual.