Not exactly. It was more like that day when all of our fathers came and followed us around for the day, but no one could see them but ourselves. He was there, in a sense, and I could see him as clearly as I could see anyone else, but no one else noticed him at all.

I wouldn't mind spending time with you at all, Tristan, though you might be right about the quaking and the lights. I have a rather bad feeling about what might come of all that. Perhaps it'd be better if we waited a few days, just in case something does come up?