All of a sudden, Minnette's daydreams were shattered when she heard a sound that was not native to the meadow. A whistled call of sorts--and definitely human. Leaping to her feet, she looked to the tree line at the north border of the meadow in time to see a man come bursting from the forest at a full run. He was tall--that much Minnette could distinguish from her distance--and he appeared in some sort of distress by the look of him. His shirt, though white and bloused at th...