No time like the present, huh? [He laughs.] OK, meet me in the park in about fifteen minutes. There's a clearing in the trees, about a quarter mile in, along the river. Three of the trees are painted with bullseyes. Wear clothes you can move in that you don't mind getting dirty.

[And in fifteen minutes, that's exactly where he'll be, in street clothes fit for the gym, stretching. A spear he found in Rage's armory with the sharp tip broken off is leaning up against one of those painted trees; it's a poor substitute for the bo staff he normally uses, but it will have to do for now. He's a teenager, about the same age as George was when she died, but it's obvious on sight that he's in peak physical condition, so it's not hard to guess that he's been doing this for quite some time, and that he knows what he's doing.]