Who: George, Evil!Padraig Where: Padraig's farm (of evil?) When: Sometime after George and Darerca get out of the hospital What: Answering some questions
Padraig's farm was the same as ever. It was surreal, how unchanged it was. George stood at the foot of the road leading up to it and stared, cursing himself for being twelve kinds of stupid. He shouldn't have come, and especially shouldn't have come alone.
Coming alone was a bad idea, but coming with other people might have been equally bad. George refused to but Darerca in danger again. Ideally, she wouldn't ever have to encounter her brother again while he was soulless. He had waited until he was thirty minutes away from the farm to call her and tell her where he was, to make sure she couldn't stop him or talk him out of it. There had been a considerable amount of swearing.
But George had to know if Padraig had kept his promise and retreated to his farm. He had been assuming the answer was "No, you moron", but he had to know. So he took a deep breath and headed up the walkway to the farm.