When Ezekiel and Nurse Mariah reached the place where Soft Mick had fallen from the ladder, there was no sign of the ladder, the body of Mick, nor the Curate, Churchwarden or Sexton; Ezekiel showed Mariah the very spot where the body had been, the position of the ladder before it had slipped, and even described the small dog which had probably been the unwitting cause of the accident; Mariah listened carefully, then suggested that Ezekiel sit down and, with his back against the wall, he slid down to a sitting position on the pavement, his head spinning and feeling quite unwell of a sudden; the Nurse felt his forehead, held his wrist to check his pulse, and told him that he seemed to have a fever, high temperature, rapid heart-rate, and he admitted to a tittling kind of sensation in his chest as well as a lightness that made him feel as if his body would quite easily lift-off, like a balloon, and float up to the sky, where the silver moon hung directly overhead: "now, then. Ezekiel Sidebottom, I want you to take slow, deep breaths," said Mariah, beginning to feel an anxiety on his behalf, as she saw beads of cold sweat trickle down his face, "you probably haven't had enough sleep, or eaten regularly, am I right?" and he nodded, suddenly aware of the beer he had drunk just a short time before and beginning to feel nauseous: "might be sick," he muttered; Mariah took a small vial from her bag and explained: "this is a blend of neroli and lavender oils, which are miscible in strict proportions and I am going to apply to your forehead, and to the insides of your wrists, it will lower your temperature and relax you, and I will sit here beside you until you feel able to stand up, then I will take you back to my cottage, it's nearer than your mother's house; do you understand?" and Ezekiel nodded, although her voice had seemed to come from a long way away, and even as he looked at her, she seemed to be far away too: "am I shrinking?" he asked, "or are you? because I can hardly see you, you are way, way away and the moon seems to be going out too, and the darkness. . . . . ." his eyes closed and everything was black; a few moments later, he opened them and was surprised to find himself back in Nurse Mariah's cottage, sitting in her parlour, and she was sitting opposite him, looking closely at him: "hello, Ezekiel, it's good to have you back," and although his mouth felt strangely dry and his limbs were heavy and leaden, he managed to ask: "what happened?" and Mariah smiled: "you fainted, but the young Carter, you know, Jabez, was passing by with his handcart and he helped me get you onto it and he wheeled you back here, he's a strong lad, takes after his father, and he was able to lift you in here, I don't think I would have managed myself, now I want you to take this cup of camomile tea, it will restore you," and as he accepted to cup, Ezekiel asked: "how long was I unconscious for?" and Mariah smiled: "about an hour, maybe an hour and a quarter, but don't worry, Jabez took a note to your mother saying you were here and that I'm going to keep an eye on you till the morning," at which Ezekiel tried to stand, but didn't have the strength, or determination, to push himself up from the chair, gave up, and slumped back, then, as Mariah had instructed, he sipped some of the tea, and felt much calmer: "thankyou, Mariah, I don't know what would have happened to me if you hadn't been there," but she waved his remarks away: "well, I was, so there's no need to say any more – and I haven't been sitting here watching you the whole time, I had other things to do, so Greymalkin kept watch for me," which was when Ezekiel noticed the dark grey cat stretched along the back of the Nurse's chair, regarding him with it's unblinking gaze, as if he were a mouse.