A knock on the cabin's door pulled Mir out of his deep contemplation over the experience of the hours he had spent dreamweaving. He opened a window for a moment and realized that night had already fallen. The massive, sloped field outside the cabin was lit with the dim glow coming from the bulbs on the wall on the other end. Groups of young clergymen were sitting in several spots, gossiping animatedly among themselves.
No more knocks were coming from the door. If it was Murray, he'd have started kicking it by now. Thinking it might be Father Vincent, Mir opened it and saw a slightly older girl standing there with a couple of big packages in her arms. For a moment, he became concerned thinking that Bria had returned, but as his eyes adjusted to the darkness outside, he realized that it wasn't her, though there did seem to be a resemblance in terms of facial features.
