Al had been running for some time without meeting anyone. He had almost given up hope when he heard the voice of the beverage-cart monk. Turning the next corner, he saw him. He was calling for Leonard! Al had been almost breatheless and had long giving up shouting, but second wind spurred him on. He reached out to stop the blind monk, and began simultaneous guiding him by shoulder and gasping out his explanation. "Leonard...demon...Knight...injured...help...!"