Adam and Andy go fishing.

Adam Kendall liked to think he was good with children. Good with teenagers. Good with adults. Basically, Adam thought he was good with everyone.

Such may or may not be the case - which is why our story begins, with Adam - having regained his sight, plucked up the courage to do the event that lost it for him in the first place. He was going fishing. And Andy Garvey had been Shanghai'd into joining in.

Mary had sensibly decided NOT to rely on Adam's abilities to catch a juicy fish. Instead, she prepared dinner, as always.

Andy didn't think Adam was the best person to go fishing with. There was still unease on his side about the fire. Adam didn't seem to be thinking about it. If only he was fishing with Albert, whom he couldn't blame.

It took a good fifteen minute walk to reach a good fishing spot. When they reached it, Andy announced they'd be fishing here.

"This is where I fish. You like it?" Andy asked. He made it clear he was not manufacturing conversation.

"Look's okay. We can sit here for awhile, then if the fish aren't biting, move on."

"Right." Andy replied, and set about casting his line.

Twenty minutes later, Andy had caught five small fish. He threw them all back - nothing worth keeping. As he unhooked the sixth, he noticed Adam hovering about twenty feet from the waters edge.

Sitting in a tree.

"What are you doing up there Adam? Come on down."

Adam shook his head ever so slightly.

"You can't fish up there!"

"I didn't bring a rod." Adam said.

"There are plenty of things to use around here. Improvise. And stop making excuses."

Adam sniffed. How could he be so heartless?

Andy rolled his eyes. The shadow of Adam Kendall was casting a long darkness over the fishing hole. And the fish were taking advantage of it.

Adam still didn't come down.

"Oh for crying out loud!" Andy exclaimed. "You can use my rod for now. I'll make another."

Adam shook his head wordlessly.

"Wasn't it was your idea to go fishing. Or are you up there searching for honeycomb?"

Adam sneered at Andy.

"Well, the wax would make a good floating lure, I'll give you that. That is, if it ever gets past you."

"Andrew Garvey," Adam said, finally breaking his-fiftynine-minute-and-thirtysix-second-silence. "you must learn the art of patience and quiet. I am fishing. In my own, special way. And you are helping."

"Oh..." Andy replied, not believing a word. He kept quiet for five minutes.

"You know, I think your scared of the water." Andy announced. Adam stiffened.

"You are!" Andy had never thought like this before, but as he looked at the man who killed his mom, he couldn't resist this golden opportunity.

"So, a grown man, scared of water no less, decides to go fishing, and instead hides up a tree?" Andy sneered. "Well, at least Pa and I won't go hungry. What are you going to feed Mary?" Andy asked. He had stood up, and packed, ready for the return journey.

"Catfish." Adam repiled with a grin. Andy watched as he ran the length of the branch which overhung the water. Adam dived, leaving a ripple of water as his body disappeared under the waterline.

Soon after, he emerged. A long, slimy object wriggled feebly in his grasp.

"Thats..." Andy began, lost for words.

"Dinner!" Adam replied, grinning at Andy. "What did you get."

Andy mutely showed Adam his reasonable catch.

"Well," Adam started. "At least you didn't get wet."