Chris looked over his shoulder with a glitter in his eye, and rolled his neck in a languid shrug.

"What is it in the waters that renders everyone impotent in Whitby?"

"Uh, I'm half there just thinking about it," John interrupted in an urgent tone. "C'mon."

"Second-born son," Zechariah added with a shrug, as though every second-born son in the land was mystically stricken unable in Whitby.

"Very well," Chris said with a roll of his eyes, and then headed them toward a less traveled road ...

They looked to be heading toward worn housing...