"No, it's a creature that shouldn't be. It's - " Francis paused, tapping his foot a few times as he puzzled out how to explain to Aileen what it was. "Less Hollywood, more Lovecraft. It's like one of Escher's drawings. Only instead of being a place that shouldn't be, it's a<em>life</em>that shouldn't be. A life with lots of tentacles. The word it's called by - it's name, I guess - is the same. A word that shouldn't be. "<br/><br/>Francis shook his head. "No, ah - that... that was Rory, actually." As if she didn't know his name already. "He's not the enemy. He's like you, a Scion. Your half-brother, actually." A sigh. "He was trying to talk me out of this, the Visitation." Knowing more of the facts about him, about the situation now, looking back and thinking about what they'd said, Aileen might be able to make sense of their conversation.