Andy stood on the edge of the cliff, his coat bellowing in the wind, his dark, un-kept hair swept back from his face. The waves crashed angrily against the rocks, some fifty feet below him, echoing around the cliff tops. There was a vast forest of trees on the far side of the bay but on his side there was nothing, nothing grew here other than the heather and moss. It was bare, empty and cold, like the house in front of which he stood. The house, he thought, the reason why he was at this god fors