Wheeling Gull Isle Oh my friends, my friends forgive me….

But it was Everett who found the man.

On another day, he would have let him be; he knew many used this place to pray, including himself. And he would have left, if he'd happened upon him from behind. But Everett came upon him face on --

John, he said, and he pulled back, a little surprised. The crest in the hill had hidden the other man from sight. Sorry, I -- but he frowned when he saw the look on his packmate's face. He couldn't quite place it, but something wasn't right. What's wrong?

Perhaps he was intruding, but how could the Sacerdos just pass him by?