With no resolution but the one of getting the priest into a bed, Doctor Troy passed through the village, around the back of the Parochial House and killed the headlamps. Father Tom said a soft ‘ah’ at the sight of home, as if he may have been brought elsewhere. With no grounds in science, the familiarity of the place acted as an analgesic for whatever was awry in his mind, and he blinked the three blinks of recovery, showing some realisation of the situation by turning to the doctor and with a supplicatory look asking, ‘You won’t tell?’
