Hours had passed and with it no communication from the other units. Questioning the delivery driver had proved fruitless. He knew nothing. Boris had called a town meeting in light of events and updated everyone on what they knew. As he tried to answer their questions as best he could he was intensely aware of his own questions brewing in his mind. They demanded answers but the only person that could give them to him was still unconscious, the sedative still coursing through her system. She would wake soon but not before his patience had run out. Somehow she must have made contact with her brother. Somehow she was linked to the priest whose head she had received in the sickening guise of a Christmas present.

Tapping his pen against his desk he wondered just what he'd send in the report to his superiors. They would have to be notified of this, civilians outside of their jurisdiction being killed was a serious occurrence. They'd want to know if the body had been found and if there was any trace of Morgan. It struck him that if they found the origin of the body they'd have an area to start seeking the murderer. Boris' orders were clear; while Morgan was missing it was his team's job to ensure that any time he made himself visible he was to be captured. Now it seemed he was determined to remain hidden in the same fashion his mother had escaped them. If Robyn had made contact with Morgan there was every likelihood that she would know of his whereabouts but that in itself presented a problem to him. Just how had she made contact with him?

A knock on his office door forced him to lift his head from where he'd rested it on his hands on the desk. Leaning back in his chair he was met with the sight of Tobias, a piece of paper in the man's hand. It was evident he had news.

"Our unit in Greentown canvassed all of the churches and found a body. We're not sure if it's our guy but it was the only one with a decapitated corpse in the baptismal pool." Tobias explained.

Boris nodded, "Do they know his name?"

"His name is Father Joshua Donahague; his was the Church of Saint Andrews. They're going to send us a picture of him, one they found amongst his possessions so we can confirm his identity. They asked what you want to do about reuniting his head with his body."

"What do you do in these circumstances? Perhaps as the majority of him is there we should take his head back, they have more resources and somewhere to store him until we can hand him over to the relevant people. What's the lead time on that picture?"

A beep from Boris' laptop answered his question and he unlocked it using his password. Tapping a button to open his electronic communiqués from internal units he loaded the picture, it was a match. Tobias saw it too and left immediately to notify the unit at Greentown that they had a match.

"Why did Morgan kill you?" Boris asked the image on the laptop.

Sitting in the confessional, hidden from view he scratched a message into its wall. His blade still sheathed in blood. They wouldn't find him here. Locked in that wooden sanctuary he was beyond their vision. When they had gone away he would breach his place of safety to find another. If they found him or tried to stop him he would kill them. He had returned to the place he had sought his redemption but found only his true nature. Having conveyed his message to the object of his obsession he was leaving her another. This one would explain to her. Explain to her why he had turned his back on his quest to wrench his soul from the clutches of evil. She would understand.

She had to.

Nine paced the floor of his son's airship rubbing his hands together in frustration. Since the van had pulled into Lazytown he'd known something was wrong, he'd felt it. His son had felt it too. It had hung around them, on the periphery of their crystal's insight into trouble. Blind to its source they'd waited for it to show itself. As Robyn had laid her hand on the box their crystals had alerted them, showing them what they had needed to see. His son had moved quickly, more quickly than he.

Sparing a glance at his granddaughter he wondered when she would awaken. Wrapped in her Uncle's duvet she was the picture of calm but he wondered if beneath the surface there was more to her chemically induced repose. He knew there would be questions asked of her, answers demanded from her. What role she played in this development he did not know but come the end of the day it would all become clear.

She could sense their presence. Her family. They were waiting for her to wake up. Boris was drawing near, approaching the ladder. His thoughts were on her, on her and what she might have done. They'd identified the priest; they knew his name and had found his body. Now Boris was coming to pry information from her. He knew she'd seen the priest before. He knew she'd seen Morgan.

Robyn's eyes flitted open as Boris stepped off the platform. She looked at him as he sat himself upon the seat next to Kit. His face told her as much as his thoughts could; despite his air of calm she knew he would not tolerate falsehoods. He expected no less than for her to tell him everything she knew, especially how she had come to find Morgan. Her secret would be revealed. She'd been backed into a corner there was no other way out of. She could sense no Watchers nearby but she knew if she didn't handle this extremely carefully that could soon change and put her and the others in danger.

The Judges would not tolerate her breaching their deal.

Forcing herself to face what was coming she sat herself up. Turning her body so she was facing Boris she moved her legs so they clung to the edge of the bed. She waited for him to speak. What course he took in opening their dialogue would determine hers and she would meet him on that level.

Boris broke his silence, "What do you know Robyn?"

"I know you know the priest is from Greentown. You found his body in the church. Morgan killed him."

"Where is he Robyn? Where is he hiding?"

"I don't know. He didn't tell me."

"What?" Kit broke in, his temper flaring as he directed his question to Robyn. "You've seen him? You've spoken to him?"

"Briefly, days before the priest was killed. He wanted to talk to me."

Boris' assumption about Robyn meeting Morgan was correct and he started to fill in the gaps, "You met him at the church. You saw the priest too. I can see how you knew him but what I don't understand is how you were at Greentown. There's no way you could have gotten there on your own, especially without one of us noticing. You never left our sight when we were there shopping either. How did you get there Robyn?"

As his question hung in the air Boris could see Robyn warring with herself as she searched for an answer. He had struck a deep chord that tormented her. If hers was an ability he shared he could see the thoughts running through her mind. Her internal dialogue as she tried to reach a decision. He needed her to give him an answer.

There was only one way she could.

Closing her eyes she felt her spirit leave her body. Invisible to the others she saw them race to her as she fell, Kit moving her so she was lying back on the bed. Her grandparents looked at one another as they tried to reason what had happened, her uncle beside Kit and Boris stood just behind them.

She could feel Watchers nearby. They'd been listening. They'd felt her leave her body. She knew her next move was critical. There was only one person she could talk to. She could feel his anxiety as he sat alone in the house. Drifting downward she went to him. At first he didn't notice her but as he gave a second look at the figure that suddenly appeared on the sofa he almost jumped out of his skin.

"Robyn!" Robbie yelped, "I thought you were up there in Sportasnoop's airship!"

"I still am...I need your help."