One summer night a young man in Scotland decided to take a shortcut across the moors on his way to the town where he had a job. The countryside was noted for its limestone quarries. That night he knew he would be passing near one of these quarries, but the young man thought he could avoid it. Though the night was starless and inky-black, he set out through the rock and heather. Suddenly he heard a voice call out with great urgency, "Peter!"

A bit unnerved, he stopped and called back into the dark, "Yes, who is it? What do you want?" No response. Just a bit of wind over the deserted moorland.

The lad concluded he'd been mistaken and walked on a few more steps. He heard the voice again, more urgent than before: "Peter!" He stopped in his tracks, bent forward to peer through the dense black…