She reached the group and waited.
"Hurry up," she called, and while her words were kindly, he could feel the amusement in the words.
He hurried. He pounded down upon them. He arrived, somewhat out of breath. He felt winded and sweaty and extremely uncouth.
"This is the one they sent us," said Elaine. "His name is Bishop. Is that not a lovely name?"
They watched him, nodding gravely.
"He will tell us stories," said Elaine. "He knows the stories that go with a place like this."
They were looking kindly at him, but he could sense the covert amusement, growing by the moment.
She said to Bishop: "This is Paul. And that one over there is Jim. Betty. Jane. George. And the one on the end is Mary."
"You understand," said Jim, "those are not our names."
"They are approximations," said Elaine. "The best that I could do."