Everything was quiet for a moment. I was stood behind Oak, so I
couldn't see his face, but the tension in his shoulders told me
everything I needed to know about his attitude.
“What is this?” my wife asked, “What's going on?”
“Step out of the way, Mary,” Oak commanded.
“What?” she asked, then “Why? It's only Raven.”
“We can't be sure of that,” Oak replied.
“Of course it's Raven,” she said, looking from one to the other,
“I mean, look at him! Who else could it be?”
“It looks like him,” Oak said, “I'll not dispute that. But
looks can be deceiving, so let's just make sure before we get too
comfortable.”
Raven sighed. “He's right, Mary,” he said wearily, “You have
no proof who I am, step aside and let him do what he must.”
