‘Phyre, I won’t accept it. It may take days or weeks or months or even years, but I’m not leaving you until you’re happy again. You saved my l...fe, now it’s clear to me that I have to do the same for yours.’ Despite her situation, Phyre felt a little spark of warmth at his words. Then came a touch upon her leg as he hopped there and sat down, his big, black eyes to her marks. Drop made a firm croak before speaking again. ‘It’s easy to be sad. You can sit around and be miserable because life was. Do let me know when you have any new vision at all. I would like to have an idea of what the civilisation on the northern continent is doing, even if it is one of your vaguer premonitions. It is all useful to know about, even as a guess.”It was the next day before John got the sign he needed. There was a soft but deep rumble that came to everyone’s attention, causing a few to look around as if there had been a rock fall or something similar. John had a better idea and went to look to the. Just after I turned 16 my grampa wasn't feeling good, and needed some fire wood, the neighbor had a logging crew on his place a year ago, and told me I could cut all the wood I wanted over there. It was good seasoned oak wood, so Saturday afternoon I took gramps truck over there with the saw to get him a load, I liked cutting wood and was glad to do it for him. The neighbor was gone, so I opened the gate and drove back into the timber, it wasn't very cold, and about half way I came onto a tent. Hove had been unable to settle the bill, and had no option other than to leave a personal guarantee with a sour- faced Mrs Machin. He very much doubted that they would be welcome in her establishment once more. These dark thoughts thundered through Hove's mind, right up to the point when Holmes finally deemed it necessary to arrive. He carried an elongated parcel wrapped in brown paper and his customary Portmanteau."I say Holmes, just where the merry hell have you been?" Hove burst.