The Fall and Rise.

[Reverend Del]

Waking up, Greg realised he was not where he'd fallen down. This was indoors for a start, and not his room either. It was white walled with a small painting on the far wall, next to a small table on which was a potted plant. Greg sat up from the bed he was lying on, a comfortable affair rather unlike his own bed.

"Good morning Gregory" said a voice from beyond the doorway, female and of Bretonian origin. Given the surroundings Greg assumed he was certainly in some form of hospital or rehabilitation centre. "What do you want," Greg asked through his headache, "I'm not in the mood, quite frankly." The voice became a figure, shapely enough, back end of a bus for a face though.

"Who are you? " he asked, "Don;t recognise your face."

"Michelle Garibaldi, attache to Evyn Hunter, you know Baroness Snowdown. We've been watching you for a while, Lord Bayliss. Or did you not think BIS remembers it's former staff?"

Gregory just groaned and fell back on the bed. This was not going to be a good day, not a good day at all.

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Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.