Francis seemed in thought and sighed wishing it was easier to speak. The scared expression seemed right, so he nodded. He searched the kitchen, then snapped his fingers. He stood and crept to the door to look around and disappeared. He was sure if any of the priests or Higgins caught him, he'd be kicked out but the place seemed empty. Not a door was locked, and no one here. What was going on with these people?

He went into what looked like a study and dug around to find papers and a very fancy pen and went back to the kitchen. He couldn't write but....

He drew stick figures, of a figure with straight features and another one with a triangle and lines falling from their head to be a woman. He then pointed to the stick figure and drew it next to a similar figure and then scribbled a big heart around them.