• I looked over my shelves once more. Bottles, herbs, and recipes were everywhere. I watched as each bottle caught the light of the setting sun. The liquids held in the bottles shone like stars; or tears. Why had the boy come? When would he leave? How much more would he hurt us? I wish I could cast lots, but they had been taken: by him. A breeze sprung up; it spoke of the fields and the river but mostly it brought the news of a gathering crowd. My help is needed once more: to heal, to pray, and to bring comfort.