“Stew is almost ready lads” Betty bellowed from the great fire place.

He felt it! Right when Betty distracted him, he realized he was focused on the Professor and impressing him, when Betty said something his attention switched to her but in the gray area in between the two he definitely felt a presence. He narrowed his eyebrows and relaxed his shoulders and instead of focusing on finding someone he let his mind float in the gray area of unfocused thought. Like a beacon of white light he saw a glimpse of a man laying on the floor in the room straight above them. Skip opened his eyes and saw the wood ceiling staring back at him he smiled at the Professor and pointed to where he was sure the man was.

“Thanks for the stew Betty you are truly the best chef in this whole country!” the Mage said staring at the spot where Skip had pointed, he stood, spun on the spot and a great ball of blue light erupted from his fingertips. The light hit the ceiling there was a yelp from upstairs of surprise and a resounding thud. “Let’s go Skip he won’t be stunned for long!”