In darkness he took down the blanket.

But the window itself was not movable, and after assuring himself of this fact he flattened his face against it, peering out into the chaos of the night.
In that instant came a flare of lightning, and to Kent, looking down, was revealed a sight that tightened every muscle in his body.

More vividly than if it had been day he saw a man standing below in the deluge.

It was not Mooie.

It was not Kedsty.