Last Updated: 4/26/99

Casey turned from her conversation with Gia as she heard a wagon clamor past. She recognized it instantly. Moving closer to the edge of the boardwalk she intended to follow Vin and the others to the church. She turned to Gia to excuse herself, and from the corner of her eye she noticed Charlie moving sluggishly towards them. Casey was shocked as Charlie lifted her head. The normally tanned girl was chalky white, and her expressive eyes were dull and lifeless. As Charlie drew closer Casey tried to gain her attention."Charlie,hey Charlie!" Casey grabbed the loose material of her shirt sleeve. Charlie turned and looked right threw Casey. "Charlie you ok,you don`t look so good. Where you been? I was looking for ya. I thought i could get an invite to go shooten." Casey smiled. Her worry grew as Charlie just stood starring at her. She turned back to Gia just in time to see the remnants of the evil smile the other woman had been directing at Charlie. Casey was even more confused, Gia didn`t even know Charlie. Why would she wish her harm, Casey wondered.

Charlie stood there a moment longer. "Ah, I don't think I'll be able to go with ya today, Casey. Maybe some other time". Charlie quickly shot a glance at Gia, then looked back at Casey. "I've got to go", said Charlie rather hurriedly. Casey just looked stunned. "Well, OK. But what about supper tonight?", asked Casey. But by the time Casey had asked the question, Charlie was gone.

"Boy, she was acting so strange", said Casey as she turned to Gia. "Who was that, dear?", asked Gia, with a look on her face that made Casey feel a bit uncomfortable.

"That's Charlie. She usually isn't like that......I've never seen her act so weird", offered Casey.

Gia didn't say a word. She knew the girl, Charlie, was going to be a problem. She apparently knew who, rather what Gia was. Gia knew she would have to do a bit of research on that girl and then deal with her accordingly.

Meanwhile, Charlie, still very shaken by her meeting with Gia sought out Josiah. "I've got to talk to Josiah. i know he can help me", said Charlie in a frightened voice.

Maude stepped from the Clarion office with Mary behind her. "I`ll get those Advertisements in the next issue Maude." Mary smiled.

"Well that would be just splendid Mary,"she replied over her shoulder. Both women noticed the wagon in front of the church at the same instant. Mary looked questioningly at Maude, and she shrugged her shoulders. The two women parted company, Maude walked towards the saloon and Mary towards the church.

Josiah pointed to a group gathered around a wagon in the street. "It appears that Brother Nate has his hands full. Perhapes we should tend to Jenny ourselves. She has a room in the boarding house you can take her to. I'll see if Nathen has a compress or something for that bump." He hurried toward the wagon.

Jon dismounted gently, still craddling the girl into his shoulder. She was so tiny that it barely took any effort to carry her up the staircase. He followed the land lord down the hall and into Jennifer's room.

Josiah reached the church as Nathan and Vin were trying to figure out how to get the two patients inside. Seeing Buck in the wagon he asked what had happened.

"I'm not sure I know what happened," Nathan sighed as he gently lifted Buck's shoulders and Vin grabbed his legs. "But he should be okay once I get him stitched up."

"And who's the stranger?"

"S'name's Jack," Vin supplied as he headed up the few church steps. "Found him out at the Taylors."

"Wanna bring him in?" Nathan called over his shoulder.

Josiah lifted the moaning young man and was rewarded with a loud groan.

"Be careful of his ribs," Nathan warned belatedly.

He hung back, pacing the riders. he was carefull not to get too close. The horses would sense him long before the humans, but he was sure the pale girl was still tuned to the gray she rode. Besides, for the moment it pleased him to just observe. On the mortals rode, unaware of his scrutiny. He looked each one over in turn.

The pale girl from the church had suppressed much of his 'gift' from earlier. Much of the talent he had awakened in her was dorment again. He was impressed, most did not recover that quickly, if at all. Then with amusement he found the link to her horse. Assurances and comfort flowed between the two. So she wasn't recovered completely after all....

He filed that information away and turned his attention to her passenger, another girl. He was mildly suprised at what he found. He had, of course, heard of the Nuwisha and their larger cousins the Garou. Every little school-demlit was required to memorize those things that frightened others, particularly humans. However being a more urbane demon, he had never seen one in the wild.

The man, more a youth really, that rode with them seemed almost ordinary by comparrison. He might well have ignored the boy, save that he was one of the Seven. Each of the Seven bore the mark of Fate's interest. That vexed him to no end. Fate (a distant cousin who had never failed to remind him as a child that he was the result of an embarassing marriage: an innocent tree nymph and a demon who refused to be evil, while she was a demi-goddess whose parents were on the council, the tribunal, and the PTA) loved to meddle in the affairs of mortals. If she had plans for these men....perhapes it was time to do some meddling of his own.

Jen started stiring again and woke up. Josiah and Nathan where in the room. "Huh, where am i Josiah??" She asked.

"Your in your room. You got a nasty bumb on you head, i'm sorry. I didn't know who you were at first."

"You, you know now."

"Yeah, Jen this is Nathan Jackson. The one that healed you. This is Jon, the one that saved you."

Jen shook hands with Jon then looked at Jon. "Hi?"

Charlie walked slowly, almost timidly up the church steps. She pushed the door opened quietly and saw Clair sitting in one of the pews, she walked up slowly.

"Hi..." She sat down. "Can I hold the baby?" She asked, not really knowing why. She just liked the child.

Clair didn't say anything. She smiled and carefully handed the baby to Charlie. Charlie took her and held her securely in her arms staring down at her. She was so sweet, and tiny, and pretty. Charlie hadn't been around many children, but she was fascinated by them. Their innocence, their love, their smiles. She wanted to have lots of children one day. Her mind turned back to her earlier thoughts. If she was dead she wouldn't have any children. She handed the baby back to Clair gently. Those thoughts were still there. Her mind was suddenly turning with them again.

"Do you know where Josiah is?" She suddenly blurted. She really did need someone to talk to. She just didn't know if it should be Josiah or Clair. She decided on Josiah. He'd understand, right? He was a preacher, of course he'd understand. But what was she going to tell him?

Gia gave an evil smirk as she watched the girl named Charlie enter the church. She was careful not to let Casey see her expression. Gia knew she would have to deal with that girl. Gia wasn't sure exactly how much Charlie knew about her or her family, but Charlie knew what Gia was and could expose her, if given the chance. She had to make sure no one believed the young woman. But how.........she would focus on that problem a little later. The first thing on Gia's agenda was to meet the seven and decide if they were a threat or not.

Clair and Charlie startled slightly as the door to the church swung open and Nathan hurried in, trying not to spill the half-full bucket of water he carried. He glanced at the two women, made a mental note that they at least seemed to be doing all right for the moment, and continued to Buck's side without breaking stride.

*When did the whole town go insane?* he wondered. As if the whatever-it-was out at the Taylor ranch and strangers in odd clothes seeming to appear out of nowhere wasn't enough, now Josiah and Jon had carted poor Jennifer Pennington back into town with a knot on her head the size of a pigeon's egg. He would have to hurry back to her room when he was finished with Buck and Jack and check on her, he realized. Leaving Josiah and Jon with only a cold compress and terse instructions wasn't going to do Jennifer any good in the long run. But first he had to take care of Buck, whose needs were the most pressing.

Nathan tore open what remained of Buck's shirt, peeling the muddied cloth from the wound and hissing through his teeth as it pulled dried blood with it. Buck moaned as the gashes re-opened slightly, bleeding. Nathan pulled out a fistful of clean bandages and dunked them in the water, sponging the cuts until he could finally see them clearly. They'd need to be stitched up, just as he feared. Having to sew them up was a small price to pay, though, since he'd been sure out at the ranch that Buck didn't stand a chance. He cast a quick glance over at Jack's still form, saw that the stranger hadn't yet woken up, and turned back to Buck. Nathan dug out a half-full bottle of whiskey from his satchel and uncorked it with his teeth, holding Buck down with one hand and pouring the alcohol liberally over the wound with the other.

The sting of the alcohol yanked Buck from his stupor and the big gunslinger let fly an amazing variety of curses as the whiskey bit into his wound. Clair and Charlie tried to pretend not to hear. Nathan corked the whiskey bottle and leaned on his friend to keep him from bolting, sympathizing with the pain but recognizing the necessity. "Hold still, Buck," he admonished. "I gotta clean the wound before I stitch it up."

The church door swung wide again and JD appeared, framed in silhouette against the fading light outside. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust and realize what he was seeing before a surprised, "Buck?" squeaked from his throat. He hurried up the aisle between pews to Nathan's side. Behind him, Kit slid into the building and glanced quickly around. Seeing Charlie and Clair seated to one side, she smiled with relief.

JD blanched at the amount of blood. "What happened?" Getting no response he tried again, "Nathan, who did this?" Nathan ignored JD, concentrating on his task. JD spun around, looking for answers.

Vin stood from where he was crouched over Jack. He grapped JD's arm. "Jd, Nathan needs room to work. You come with me." He guided JD over to the now stirring Jack.

"Vin, what happened?"

Jack was kind of awake but didn't want to go to the trouble of opening his eyes or discerning what the voices around him were saying. He felt someone lift him up and groaned loudly.

*What was I doing to make myself hurt this much?* he wondered. Images of cowboys, blood, a baby, fire, rain, and some sort of monster flashed through his mind, but it was all fleeting and dreamlike. Suddenly an image stuck. Sherman about to fire his gun. It made sense now, Sherman Weston had shot him and all that other stuff was some kind of weird dream. Right now he was probably being carried to some outpost where someone would interrogate him about what he'd been up to for the last few months, and then if he was lucky they'd just kill him. If he wasn't lucky, and he definitely wasn't feeling lucky, they'd send him to some research center and try to figure out what he did and how he did it.

*That ungrateful...* Jack thought of Sherman. *I should have let him die. It would've saved me a whole lot of trouble.* Jack knew that wasn't true since he'd wanted out before the incident with Weston, but it made him feel a little better to blame someone else for his troubles instead of his own stupidity in getting involved with those people.

Jack felt someone put him down on something hard. He waited; someone would be trying to wake him up in a moment if they were following standard procedures. The moment stretched on into a minute and then two. The smell of whiskey reached him, followed by a string of curses. *What's going on?*

"Hold still, Buck," Nathan said calmly. "I gotta clean the wound before I stitch it up."

*Buck?* Jack wondered. *Wasn't that the guy the bird-thing attacked?* He didn't know if he should be happy or not that it wasn't all a dream and he wasn't about to live out the rest of his days in a research lab. Deciding happy was better, he opened his eyes and looked up into someone's face.

Charlie walked up behind Josiah and tapped him on the shoulder as he was standing helping Nathan with Buck. He turned around and looked at her. "Josiah, can I talk to you?" She asked quietly. She'd been watching him along with Vin and Nathan coming in and out of the church for the past half hour, and had finally been able to catch him before he left again. Josiah looked back at Nathan, and Nathan nodded to let him know he could finish up on Buck by himself.

"What can I help you with, Charlie?" He asked turning to her.

"Can we go talk somewhere a little more quiet?" She backed up, hoping Buck wouldn't see her there and start off on his lectures. Besides, she didn't want to be around him right now. He was probably pretty angry at her after what had happened earlier.

"Sure," He put an arm around her shoulders and led her to the porch. "What's bothering you?" He asked, leaning against the post that helped hold the roof up. Charlie looked unsure of this spot to speak in. "Would you like to go to the livery? It's more quiet there." Josiah suggested, noticing how uncomfortable she looked. Charlie nodded a bit, and followed Josiah off the porch.

Once they were in the livery Charlie sat down on a bale of hay and tried to think of something to tell him. What was she going to say? She didn't know why she had asked to talk to him.

She stalled by absently pushing a small rock around with the toe of her boot.

After a few seconds she looked up and saw he was waiting patiently for her to say something. Suddenly she felt hot tears dripping down her face and she couldn't look at him anymore. She looked back down at the ground and took a deep breath.

"It was my fault," She whispered. Josiah stood listening quietly. "I had a feeling that he was gonna get hurt..." She spoke quietly, never looking up. "Then when I tried to stop it, I almost got hurt, and instead of me saving him, he saved me and almost got himself killed. And...it's all my fault." She wiped her face off, still crying. Josiah continued listening. "He's gonna blame me. And he has a right to, but I don't know what to do, Josiah." She paused, and this time she looked up. "I just don't want him die." The preacher kneeled down in front of her and puts his hands on her hands.

Charlie felt herself start crying harder, and she leaned her head on his shoulder. She didn't know if she should tell him anymore. She didn't even know if she could.

Chandrika lifted the covers of the bed she was in and grabebd ehr knapsack. She needed to change. She slowly slipped out the back, silent as can be. She paused long enough in the darkness of the corner she was in to strip out of her skirt, slipping on a pair of hip hugger trousers from her knapsack. Her shirt was fine in her opinion, but she couldn't do much in her skirt. She pulled off her shoes as well, pulling on her knee high boots that had a heel adding 2 inches to her five foot frame. She zipped up her knapsack making sure everything was inside and got up, and went around the corner, running right smack into Chris Larabee's hard chest. She looked up startled.

"Going somewhere?" he asked. Chandrika ground her teeth. Damn him.

Jon handed the compress to Jennifer. "Here, this should help. Josiah went to see if Nathan has something for the headache." He sat down next to the bed. "How are you feeling?"

Jenn smiled weakly, "I've had better days."

Jon smiled back at her. "Mind telling me who that man was, and why he was taking you for a ride through the desert?"

Jen looked down.

"Well, Jon..." looks up. "The man that took me had killed my parents. Josiah knew them, he came back for me to go with him to the cherokee reservation to kill me. I came here because somehow i knew that Josiah and his friends were in danger. You have got to help me Jon, otherwise Josiah and his seven friends and everyone in this town is going to die."

Jon put his hand on hers "Who??"

"I don't know. A higher power then anyone in this town. Like the devil."

Lena looked around the dusty street. She honestly could not force herself to think of what she should do next. She had parted company with JD and Kit back at the church. Normally she could have just retreated into the livery, but when she stabled Zosa someone had been using it to hold a hushed confrence. 'sides, the big Black was still in there.

The thought of the horse led her to its master. She shivered and deliberatly turned her thoughts elsewhere. Perhapes she should seek out Chris Larabee. She knew he still had questions, and now that she had managed to pull the scattered pieces of her wit more or less back into place, she might have some answers.

Happy to finally have a purpose behind her movements, Lena headed toward the saloon as the most obvious place to find Larabee.

Jack looked up to see a young man standing over him, asking Vin something. He looked to be about Jack's age or a little younger but looks could be deceiving. Before he could study the young man's appearance further the hat he wore caught Jack's eyes. It was weird enough that there were a bunch of wannabe cowboys running around, but that dusty bowler hat was too much for his pain-clouded mind. He started to smile and a snort of laughter escaped before he realized how painful laughing could be.

The sound caught the attention of the four people near him and they all turned to look at him. If Jack was more of the self-conscious type he'd have blushed at the sudden attention, instead it made him want to laugh more. Scruffy Vin, the guy with the funny hat, disembodied-voice Clair holding baby Kitty, and some girl he didn't recognize and couldn't think up a good nick name for at the moment were all staring at him very intently. He had somehow managed to land in the most peculiar little place and it was starting to amuse him to no end. When he just continued to smile at them, the funny-hat kid got impatient.

"And who is this?" he demanded of Vin.

"This here's Jack," Vin answered with an interesting mix of disdain and patience. Jack couldn't decide if Vin didn't like him, didn't trust him, or both.

"Jack Malone, a pleasure to meet you," Jack murmured weakly, offering his less injured left hand. *I don't sound good at all,* he realized. *I must look terrible.*

"JD Dunne," JD said taking the dirty hand and giving it a hard shake. Jack held back the hiss that wanted to accompany the jolt of pain that ran up his arm from his still sore wrist. He quickly took it back and cradled it against his chest.

"What are you doing here?" JD asked bluntly.

"Bleeding. What are you doing here?" Jack countered.

JD looked a little surprised by the answer and decided it would be better to try asking someone else if he wanted to figure out what was going on.

Jack surveyed what he could see of where he was. He was lying on what looked to be an old wooden church pew, though that didn't make much sense. Exposed rafters made up the ceiling above him. He could smell smoke mingled with the whiskey he'd smelled earlier. *An interesting aroma if this is a church.* Clair was looking at, he assumed Kitty, though he couldn't see for sure over the back of the pew. JD and Vin were once again distracted by their conversation. The woman he didn't recognize was still looking at him. He recognized the look in her unusual golden eyes; he'd seen it many times before. She was a hunter.

Kit studied the stranger intently, noting his myriad of bumps and bruises and the mud that almost, but not quite, disguised the strange clothes he was wearing. She looked down at Clair, who was left holding the baby as Charlie sought out Josiah in whispers. Kit wanted to ask Clair what had happened, but Clair seemed preoccupied with the squirming bundle in her arms and Kit was loathe to disturb her.

Nathan was bent over Buck's complaining form, and JD and Vin were engaged in quiet conversation nearby. Kit saw the stranger - Jack, they had called him - watching her, and gave in to her curiosity. She walked over to his side, nodding to Vin and JD in passing as she crouched by Jack's pew.

"How are you feeling?" she asked. Then she got a good whiff of him and cocked her head in surprise. His scent was like nothing she'd ever smelled before. She looked him over from head to toe, letting herself shift slightly as she scented him again, trying to identify where all the strange smells were coming from. She sat back on her heels and looked at Jack frankly.

"You're not from around here, are you?"

Jack smiled a little nervously at the woman crouched next to him. "No, can't say that I am." He could see another question forming on her lips but cut it off.

"I don't think we've met, I'm Jack." He didn't offer his hand this time.

"Kit Pelli," she responded, focussing again on figuring out what she was smelling.

A moment passed as she pondered and he resisted the urge to squirm under her scrutiny. Finally he couldn't take it any more. He didn't like looking at people from flat on his back and he needed to get going anyway.

"Uh, excuse me," he said swinging his legs over the side of the pew. He paused for a moment, holding his breath in preparation for sitting up. With a grunt he sat up then wished he hadn't. The world blurred for a moment and a number of different pains fought for his attention. Soon everything came back into focus and a general ache took the place of the individual injuries.

"I'm not sure you should be doing that," Kit said from her position beside him. If pain had a smell, he reeked of it.

"No, I'm okay," he reassured her in a pant. Slowly he eased off the pew and onto his feet. It looked like he wasn't going to keep his balance and Kit put out a steadying hand. Jack brushed it aside.

"I said I'm fine," he said taking a step away. He looked down at Kitty struggling in Clair's arms and figured she was happy enough. Not that he could really do anything for her if she wasn't. He'd lost the bottle back at the farm so they'd have to get their own, which was a better idea anyway considering his knowledge of formula. Thinking of the ranch reminded him of his coat and gun. The gun he could replace, he did it all the time, but the leather jacket was something he didn't want to lose.

"Hey did anyone get my coat or gun?" he asked the room. Nathan turned sharply from his work on Buck.

"You shouldn't be up, sit back down at least!" he chastised.

Jack rolled his eyes then looked at the rest of the people in the room for an answer.

Finally Vin spoke. "Coat's in the wagon."

"And the gun?" he prodded. Vin didn't say anything and Jack figured he had no intention of giving the gun back if he did have it. With a sigh he turned toward the door.

"Get back here," Nathan called. "Those gashes on your head and hand need stitched up and your ribs should probably be wrapped up too."

"I'm okay," Jack reiterated as he got closer to the door. "Thanks for the ride to town and the interesting afternoon."

"At least let me clean the wounds," Nathan said.

Jack pondered the offer for a moment. If he could just get a good night's sleep and a few square meals he'd be able to fix himself up as good as new. On the other hand, he'd probably be in town until then so it couldn't hurt to get patched up in the meantime.

"Fine, I'll be back in a little while," he conceded and headed out the door.

Kit watched him go and waited until the door closed before going to one of the windows to watch his progress. He grabbed his coat from the wagon parked outside and turned up the street, pain obvious in his movements. Nathan was muttering something under his breath about the damn fool, and Kit turned to him. "I'll follow him, Nathan. Make sure he doesn't pass out in the middle of the street and get hit by a stage or something."

"Serve him right," Buck groaned. He was sounding stronger, at least. Kit grinned and looked over at Nathan for his acquiescence. Reluctantly Nathan nodded.

"All right, but y'all make sure he gets back here. He needs some help." Nathan looked down at Buck and remembered the scene at the ranch. He still had some questions for Jack, and Nathan wasn't about to let him go disappearing before he'd gotten some answers.

Kit slipped out onto the church steps, letting the door close quietly behind her. A quick look up and down the street showed Jack further away than she had thought he would have been able to manage, and she trotted down the street after him.

Jack stumbled out the door and down the steps. "I really need to work on that balance thing," he muttered pulling his soggy jacket from the wagon bed. Looking down the street he did a double take.

*Where the heck am I?* he wondered in amazement. It was like looking at a town out of the Wild West. *Maybe this is Rawhide or Tombstone or something, I'll ask later.*

He began walking, somewhat mesmerized by the things around him. Horses were tied up along the wooden boardwalks, a wagon splashed past, and there were people in costume going about their business. He couldn't help but smile. *This is so cool! Maybe they'll have a gunfight later! And it explains why those guys were running around in those clothes.* Suddenly everything was looking alright in the world. He'd gotten away from the bad guys, the people were dressed funny for a reason, he was in a tourist town so it was less likely anyone was going to remember him, and... He still had no explanation for the monster or murders or voice in his head, but he could live with that. Even the headache that had been plaguing him was gone. *Yep, everything is going to be alright.*

A pretty blonde woman was walking in his direction. She looked strangely familiar. *Did I see her on a TV show?* He brushed the question aside and kept walking, he hadn't had much time to watch TV lately anyway. Jack didn't miss the thinly veiled horrified look on her face as they passed each other. He looked down at himself and had to agree that he was a mess. The mud hid the blood, but it wasn't exactly an improvement. Plus he was missing a sleeve and in general probably looked like he might fall apart at any moment. He didn't even know what his face looked like, but he was pretty sure Nathan had given him a black eye. *Maybe I can find a T-shirt in some souvenir shop.* In the meantime he decided to wear his wet coat to try and hide some of the dirt.

He was continuing his exploring along the muddy street (*I should be walking on the boardwalk...*) when he heard someone coming up behind him.

Chandrika silently cursed as she eyed Chris. She felt her hackles raise as Chris' eyes roamed over hers. She squinted at him trying to figure out what he was thinking, but he was good. He either always had a mental block up or he knew how to block telepaths because she couldn't get anything from him with her own mind.

"Let me ask again, going somwhere?" he said. Chandrika stood taller, cursing her height for the first time. She could pack a big punch for a little thing, but she wished she could be taller, specially now gazing up at Chris.

"I'm getting some fresh air," she almost whispered. Chris gave her a rueful smile.

"Fine, then I can escort you around town," he said. Chandrika glared at him.

"I don't need a babysitter," she said.

"Maybe not, but I'm still gonna escort you."

"Don't you have more important things to do then watch me?"

"Sure, but you can come with," he finally said, closing the subject. He took Chandrika's arm aand headed for the church to check on Buck. Chandrika finally ripped her arm away from him, but she contiued to walk with him.

"I can wlak fine, I'm not an involent or a child," she said. Chris turned to look at her, his eyes roving over her body.

"No you ain't no child," was all he said.

Jack turned quickly, taking Kit by surprise as she approached him. "Why are you following me?" he asked curtly.

"You looked like you needed following," Kit replied, trying not to grin. She'd seen the look on Mary's face when the newspaperwoman had passed Jack's tattered form, and Kit wished she could have read Mary's mind at that moment. "You were looking a bit wobbly, and I figured somebody'd better keep an eye out for you before you got into trouble."

"Yeah, well, thanks for the concern, but I'm fine."

"Sure, if you consider looking like you've been dragged behind a stage for seven miles 'fine'," Kit smiled, waving at his clothes. Jack pulled his wet jacket closer around himself, glaring at Kit. Between the mud and the blood and the water the action was ridiculous, and Kit had to bite her lip to keep from breaking out in laughter. She didn't need to be Nuwisha to know that Jack was seriously out of place in Four Corners, and she wondered just how long he'd try to handle things on his own before he realised he needed help.

Jack noticed Kit's lips pressed tightly together to keep from laughing and scowled at her.

Jon sat down next to Jenn's bed. "I'm sorry 'bout your folks. It's rough bein' on your own." He sat quietly for a moment before continuing. "This higher power, you have any idea 'bout how to stop it?"

Jenn just shook her head. "Where'd Josiah go?"

"He and Nathan went back to the church. Seems you picked a lively time to get yourself a knock on the head. They'll be by later."

A soft tap at the door interrupted the conversation. Jon got up and checked the door. He couldn't hear anything irregular on the other side. "Come in." A chambermaid entered carring a kettle of hot water. Jon thanked her and took the tray.

He retrieved a packet of herbs from one of the pouches at his belt. "I may not know healing like Nathan does," he told her as he added the packet to the water, "but I do know what'll stop a headache." He grinned at her as he handed her the cup of tea.

Jen smiled again and took the tea and drank it, shaking at the herbs. "Ehh! I do hate this stuff!" Jon smiled at her. "Jon, I...don't know how to stop the thing. But, the guy who took me did you by any chance kill him?" Jon shook his head.

"I left him and took you out of there." Jenn shook her head.

"Damn, I need to see Josiah!" She tried getting out of bed.

"No, you're staying here." Jon said.

"No! He's going to come, I have to warn them."

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