[There is a long, slow exhalation on Sheila's side of the phone. Pickles might not know it, but he's undone one of the biggest worries Sheila's been bearing. She beams at the stupid hunk of plastic in her hand. Her faith has been rewarded and restored.]

Thankee....I didst know that he would save us...

[And his question disconcerts her abruptly.]

...A demon didst steal me from the bailey. I still bear the mark of his claw 'pon my flesh. Why didst thou wonder so?