Chapter 17: Thoughts of a Traveller
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	Tucker had been doing much in the past few days.  He met up with
an old friend.. a REALLY, REALLY, old friend, and an old "fellow" who
seemed to continue to mistrust him.  He had travelled the skies in a
wondrous airship, one he had seen from the ground, one he had never
thought would fly again, and travelled into a city to become a
"Returner".
	"Rebel scum, there is now way you can defeat me.  Now you will
feel the power of the dark side."
	Tucker shook his head clear.  How did THAT get in there?  Anyway,
Tucker had understood the plight of the Returners.  The group of people
devoted to withstand the evil which was spreading into the land.  But was
it a good idea?
	The beast was still after him.  Whether he liked it or not, it
would not stop following him until he killed it or he himself was killed.
Perhaps his comrades would help him, if he ever told them.  He sighed.
	Merine was trying her best to cope with the group as it was.
Called a spy, he didn't think he could handle telling her about his
beast.  Maybe when she was more collected.  He got up.
	"I've got to go for a walk to clear my mind.  You can join me if
you want."
	Tucker opened the door and walked into the crisp air.  He watched
as life tried to rebuild, as birds fluttered from tree to tree, singing
playfully, nipping at their tails.  He wandered the streets, trying to
clear his mind.  He blended into the crowd, listening in on
conversations, trying to see if the strangers of this place could help
him out.
	"Two loaves of bread please..."
	"Hey!  Stop that!"
	"Then she said..."
	"Look dad, pretty!"
	"Pervert!"
	"I told you we should of taken a left at Timbucktoo!"
	"Furinkun Kouko, wa doka da?"
	No good, thought Tucker.  He laughed to himself.  There didn't
seem to be much that could help him.  Except maybe time.  Time did,
however, heal all.  After about ten minutes of walking, he decided to go
back, and make a difference.