‘I can’t go any farther,’ said Matt, still feeling nauseous. ‘Get me behind the wall on the beach. The caladrius can follow him the rest of the way on its own. I don’t care any more how far that is. I need to lie down.’ Zach and Em helped Matt behind the wall, watching the hooded stranger retrieve a motorcycle from the public car park next to the pier. Leaning his head back, Matt kept the caladrius hovering above the buildings. ‘He’s heading back to Main Street,’ said Em. ‘Now what?’ ‘We let the caladrius keep following until I lose the connection.’ Swooping the caladrius over Largs, Matt lifted it up into the clouds. Zach followed with the binoculars until the biker and the bird vanished towards the Haylie Brae. ‘I guess he’s going back to Glasgow … Oh no … please … No … don’t …’ ‘Matt, what’s wrong?’ Em asked urgently. ‘What are you seeing?’ Matt gripped his hands to his head and rolled into a foetal position on the sand. ‘Matt!
