i turned my gaze out over the terrace this would be my last afternoon in renzo my steamer would leave tomorrow for london and reluctantly , i would be on it unhappy , frustrated , confused. i didn't look forward to the london winter, it dreariness compounding my failure. my quest had been fruitless and the many years of study and searching had been to no avail. i even questioned the sanity of my mentor dr.kruger of his truthfulness or my gullibility.he's the one who told me about the sacred sun stone