I had to strain to see him- it was pretty far away- but there he was, standing down a good ways from me on top of the fountain. He was facing away. He kind of had an old-fashioned hooded-robe getup going on. I hurried back to the journal.

You're facing away from me right now. I'm almost directly behind you.

I stood up again. I'm about a quarter of a foot shy of seven, and I figure standing on top of a building I'm pretty tough to miss.