Iestyn could barely speak between his heaving, heartrending sobs, barely think but to hear that last scream of anguish over and over in his ears. Somewhere in his despair he managed to form the words, "Henry-" and, "He took him- he'd going to kill him-" as he cried so hard his eyes throbbed and his nose ran. What could they do? How could they help? They had to save him! It wasn't right!