What's Wrong With Eek?

Two people are cycling towards them 

Neither one of them is Arthur.

They get nearer.

Isn't that Jeanne Jugan? says Saint Méen.

With the yellow eyes? says Saint Maclou. It could only be Jeanne.

Terence remembers Jeanne Jugan from last time. So does Belle.

But not the yellow eyes.

Who's that with her? asks Saint Maclou. Her new boyfriend?

Ha ha! laughs Saint Méen. 

Hello Jeanne! says Belle.

Belle! says Jeanne Jugan. Isn't Arthur with you?

Not yet, says Belle. 

But we were behind him, says Jeanne Jugan. At least until Port-bail-sur-mer.

He must have stopped there, says Belle. But why were you following him? He wouldn't like that.

No, says Terence. He wouldn't.

He had an injury, says Jeanne Jugan.

So did I, says Pierre-Louis.

Oh sorry, says Jeanne Jugan. I haven't introduced you. This is Pierre-Louis Maupertuis. Pierre-Louis, this is Belle, and these are saints Méen and Maclou. And this is dear little Terence. Hello Terence, have you learned to read maps yet?

Yes, says Terence. And I've learned to read plasters.

He holds up his green plastered claw-finger.

This one says Argh!

Eek, says Belle. The orange ones say Argh.

Eek? says Terence. Get it off me!

What's wrong with Eek? asks Pierre-Louis Maupertuis. 

Eek is for scaredy-cats, says Terence.

The frogs snigger.

The famous frogs! says Jeanne Jugan. How exotic! And why the plasters? Did they split open? Which reminds me about Arthur. How can he be missing?

Yes how? says Belle. I texted him and told him to stay on the road.

Let's retrace our route, says Jeanne Jugan.

We can do that ourselves, says Saint Maclou. We're going that way. You are heading for Flamanville.

No, no! says Jeanne Jugan. Our main object in following Arthur was to meet you.

Us? says Saint Méen.

Not you, says Jeanne Jugan. Belle. And Pierre-Louis was also keen to meet her.

Indeed, Belle, says Pierre-Louis. I knew your father.

Maupertuis, says Belle. Hmm yes. You guys didn't get on well.

That was many moons ago, says Pierre-Louis. How is the old scribbler?

Would you mind if we kept going? asks Belle. I'm worried about Arthur.

Of course, says Jeanne Jugan. So am I.

They need not worry about Arthur. 

He has gone for a swim at Port-bail-sur-mer, having leaned his bike up against a tree

So Belle might see it.

He has even removed the front wheel, so no one can steal it.

The front wheel lies on the flat sand, along with Arthur's phone, and three sour apples, while Arthur swims far out to sea.