Now, don’t think about the meeting. Think about something you enjoy. Picture it. Go there.”“Easier said than done,” he muttered.“I know, but...I believe in you,” she said. “Listen to the sound of my voice. Do you like to fish?”“I guess,” he said, and shrugged. “I haven’t gone since I went in the service.”“But you enjoyed it?”“Yeah,” he answered.“Then imagine sitting next to the lake. You can hear the birds singing in the trees. The lapping of the water against the shore. Smell the moist earth.. And compress and compact it ... limestone. The mile or so of volcanic deposition had several disastrous things happen to it over the millions of years following the great death. Water eroded it, ice ground it, earthquake cracked it and tilted it ... many times. Erosion uncovered it, continental drift uplifted it, tectonic action sunk it ... not just once ... but many times.To us a million years is a fuck of a long time ... to a geologist it’s yesterday ... to them ten thousand years happened a. He then had her sit on her mat with her back against the end of the bed. "See!" he told the rest of us. "Sit on arse and then lock putrid ankles in bar." Katia had her legs pulled apart and her ankles locked in iron cuffs, one at each end of a meter-long iron bar."Do it! Do it!" he yelled to the rest of us.We did it. The mat was rubber or something - shivery to sit on when you've nothing on! - with a sort of rim right round it - bizarrely at a moment like that it reminded me of the sort of. "Karen walked over to Elisabeth and stroked the length of her hair gently. "Yeah. I know." She said quietly. "I know." So what now Karen?" Elisabeth asked looking up into Karen face."Now we gather the four." Karen smiled down at her friend."The four?" Elisabeth questioned, as if the answer didn't make any sense, which it didn't."You and I my dear Elisabeth or two of the four it will take to destroy the thing that calls itself reverend Bishop." Karen paused momentarily and closed her eyes.