"He came to my apartment," Solene told the saint. "He took my hand and for a moment he took me to hell. It was-" She shook her head quickly. "I don't want to think of it again, but I see it every time I sleep now. And Columba..." she looked at the face she knew. "He helped me with my troubles. He was-" her voice cracked a little. "I'm sorry. I feel very alone here, but I'd hoped that starting somewhere new would free me."