Minx thrusts her mouth against his and exhales deeply. The warm gush of her breath brings him a rush. The breath of life ... Their life. The Master’s life. Monk nods. He gets it now. Minx takes hold of his arm and leads him forward, one step, then another, closer and closer, till the Master’s opening his cloak, growing larger and larger, infinite, and the Master’s saying, "Come to me, my hunter. Come ..." And Monk goes.