Max could pick out who was approaching on county road 82 a quarter-mile away. That's the way it was here - everyone knew most everyone else and what they drove, and would give a friendly wave. The next 10 seconds would, however, shake Max to the core - Tim didn't wave. (continued) How could Tim have known about last night? Only Max and two out-of-towners were involved. Instead of heading home, Max decided to drive straight through town and let things settle down for a bit. >Tim should've waved. There was no possible way he could've known about the ritual, and it's completion. The out-of-towners weren't even in town anymore. They were out-of-their-body now. One from the East, and one from the West, as dictated by Abremelin. They had done what they did in in secrecy, and with the full consent of all parties, and agreed to in documents written by lawyers and signed off by notaries. Moreover, it had taken place in Max's barn, and although the lights emanating from the gaps in between the barn's wall may have been brilliant, even blinding, Tim lived a full 25 miles away. Had he heard the screeching of the cattle, or smelled the noxious rise of sulphur in the air as the gates to the unknown depths opened up? No, it was not possible. He couldn't have known. There was only one explanation for Tim's behavior. He wasn't being neighborly.