Gabriel wasn't too keen on going to Mrs. Calloway's house again after the blessing of that house. He had told himself over and over again that there must be a reasonable explanation for all that the woman had related. And yet when he had left, he had felt properly spooked. It had given him a bad night's sleep, since every noise or rustling of the curtain had made him sit up. No, he was not keen on returning there. But Whitby did not have many Catholics, and it was Gabriel's job to make sure they did not lose any of them to the protestants and to look after their spiritual wellbeing. He really should go check on her. He hoped she would be alone, so that he would have an excuse to leave quickly and 'visit another time'.

Well, she was alone indeed, but as he was to find out in a couple of seconds, that would hinder him exactly from leaving. The priest approached the yard when he heard the call for help and he began to run over, slipping on the old worn and uneven steps that led down to the yard, and landing on his hands and bum. But he pushed himself up, despite a sore wrist, to enter the yard. Then he saw her. Mrs. Calloway was walking to the house slowly, as if she was in great pain. "Mrs. Calloway!" He called out. "Are you alright!?"