In the morning, although precisely which morning is not clear, Nurse Mariah was unsurprised to find Greymalkin curled up at the foot of the bed where Ezekiel was still sleeping, quietly lifting the cat and taking him downstairs, so as not to awaken the young man; the sleeping draught which she had added to the two bowls of parsnip soup had ensured that her guest caught up with much-needed sleep and the sun was showing above the rooftops of the cottages on the other side of the lane by the time Mariah heard the sound of movements from the spare bedroom, followed shortly by Ezekiel making his way down the narrow stairs: "good morning, Nurse Mariah," said Ezekiel as he entered the parlour, looking positively sheepish, "you have been so kind to me and I never thanked you properly last night," and he saw the grey cat flash him a look which have been either approval of his good manners, or a warning not to overdo it; Mariah indicated that he should sit at the table and offered him a choice of bacon, sausages, eggs, tomatoes or mushrooms, adding, with a wink: "or why not have some of them all?" and she laughed, "they are all cooked and it seems a waste for us not to have a hearty breakfast," and the voice of Greymalkin slid into Ezekiel's head: "ain't that what condemned men are given before they're hanged?" and he could have sworn that the cat was grinning as it stretched out fully on the back of Mariah's chair by the hearth; while he ate and drank the dandelion tea which Nurse Mariah had poured, Ezekiel studiously avoided any topic of conversation which might not accord with the Time Loop into which he believed he had strayed, a loop which seemed to twist and turn, absurdly re-arranging the sequence of events – Soft Mick's fall from the ladder occurring after the Sexton had spoken about it in the Inn, his own return to the scene with Nurse Mariah happening at an earlier time, and the clock stopping and then rewinding – so that he now had no idea of the present moment's place, nor, for that matter, where his supposed mother – of whom Mariah had spoken – lived; how could it possibly be that the Nurse, and the other villagers he had met, identified him as this Ezekiel, yet Greymalkin knew immediately that he was not? he dared not voice these concerns to Mariah, for he sensed that there would be danger to him if Greymalkin's warning was ignored; and although the concept was ludicrous, he really needed to discuss these things with the cat, who seemed to know much more about what was happening than any of the human inhabitants he had met and while Ezekiel did not want to nestorize the animal, it – although that term felt rather like a misnomer in Greymalkin's case – was undoubtedly astute and well-informed; perhaps by it's very condition it was able to discur almost invisibly. dogs and cats being generally less noticed than people in a small village and so able to gather information without being heeded; for a moment he wondered whether the cat was possessed of the nine lives, or was anhedonic, although he doubted if he would be fast enough to give it a boot up the backside: "you should be so lucky!" popped into his head and he remembered that, of course, Greymalkin picked up his every thought!