Francis looked closely and nodded as he got it and smiled. So Chéri had traveled. He gestured towards Scotland but grabbed some bread and shredded. Piece and put the pieces on the top left of the map. "Islands, Hebrides." He explained and then pointed close to the center, near the left of the pile of crumbs.

"Home." He said softly and then moved his finger to the mainland and then his finger went down mostly along the left coast line before it cut through the middle and back up where Whitby was. "Now." He said and looked to Chéri. Whitby was not home, but then no place would be again to him, that seemed clear.