Rattigan looked out across the landscape. He could see much from his perch on top of the local clock tower. The view was stunning, but that still couldn’t make up for the fact that it was not where he belonged. He would much have preferred the vista of London to this place. The clock tower itself did little to help. It reminded him to much of Big Ben back home. Ever since the… incident, he had constantly been on the move, migrating from place to place with little rest. He had been gone now for months, but it wasn’t getting any easier. What else could possibly go wrong?...