"They didn't immediately start trying to kill us if that's what you ask," Hickey laughs, with a little shrug. It's not that hard to be friendlier than the Forest Talkers. But thankfully, these people were.

"A couple of them could prove useful. There was a priest," which ew, gross, "but the woman who owned the pub was good for gossip. Her boy and I went beach-combing."