"He?" Ozzie's heart sank. After an awkward silence he swore. "Damn that bastard!" He stood straight up, only to falter and lean against the wood planking on the wall. "I have to go after Angelica. Zel. Zel was his name." He explained. "He wanted that book desperately and his only reason was because his master told him to!" He shouted.

	The barn was depressing. Co-workers were all sad and tired. Oz was exhausted, bruised and beaten. Now was not the time to rest. He limped over toward the entrance and leaned against a beam. "I'm going after her. Does anyone know where she went?"