Daniel thumbed through page after page slowly but surely, getting about a quarter of the way through the books pages before he realised that whilst he could make sense of small snippets of information here and there when read individually in whatever tongue a passage happened to be scribed within, whenever he tried to read something in a larger context it simply didn’t work. Perhaps it was in code, he thought to himself as he thumbed through several more pages with little more than a passing glance, that would definitely explain the multitude of different scripts used within its covers. Or perhaps it was simply the diary of a madman he mused, grinning as he spoke quietly to no one but himself in order to give his words voice and to amuse himself if nothing else.<br/><br/>‘Monday, 16th of some random year of our lord – spent the day muttering to myself out in the village square, sitting in my own filth and dribbling down my chin. A most productive day indeed. Later, I’m going out for drinks with the village idiot to commiserate him being layed off – seems too many people do his job for free now….’<br/><br/>Eventually he made his way towards the bookmark – noticing the angelic script for what it was even though he’d never been able to read more than a few words of it. It made his eyes crawl and his head feel like it was on fire whenever he tried to read more than a few words of it at a time – someone had once told him it was because he wasn’t pure enough of heart to read such holy scripture. As one might expect, the response that Daniel gave him in return did little to dispute that claim…<br/><br/>‘Nice artwork – no wonder the old man didn’t want to give it up…’ the drawing was very impressive in its attention to detail, definitely ranking amongst the best hand drawn naked work he had seen – something he came across frequently whilst perusing old tomes like this, and just as frequently whilst perusing the internet when he found the time. ‘Well, doesn’t look like this is going to be much good to me…’ he said to no one in particular as he opened the dashboard drawer and placed the book inside it with a multitude of wrapped old boiled sweets that had been long forgotten about.<br/><br/>Looking down at the piece of paper that he still held in his other hand, Daniel took note of the hastily scrawled words before placing the piece of paper in his dark blue denim jeans pocket before retrieving his car keys from the same place. The key slid into the ignition at the second try, and the car started at the third – pretty much a record as far as it was concerned, sounding less than healthy as Daniel took it out of neutral and drove away from the church towards the place he had been given the address of.