Andrew wandered aimlessly through the night, the smell of wood smoke and the distinctive call of New Zealand's native owl the 'Morepork,' or as called by Māori, the 'Ruru,' echoed across the hills, adding to the loneliness he felt. He'd never fought with or raised his voice at Eleanor before and he felt terrible. He continued his solitary walk, lost in the confusion of guilt, worry and love.
Before long, he found himself at the Featherston's home. Lights still burned inside and Andrew paused, deciding if he should talk to Isaac. He was angry with Eleanor, but her own actions weren't typical, she had never raised her voice in anger at him before either. Is this what being married was like? Without consciously being aware of it he found himself knocking on the door.
"Andrew!" exclaimed Bethia, "What brings you out this late? Come in."