A thousand years before Freud would coin the phrase, Sean Burns was already an "analyst." The majority of his mortal life was spent at the monastery on the lonely island of Iona where the shepherds who found him as an infant had left him, a mortal life he gave up while protecting the masterwork later known as the Book of Kells from Viking raiders. The Vikings had done him a favor, in a way, freeing him from his monastic orders to follow his true calling, tending to the souls of his fellow man. Sean had a gift, the ability to reach into a wounded soul and help it heal itself. When that outreach could best be done by the priesthood, he was a priest, then later a teacher and philosopher, until finally Freud caught up to where Sean had been for a millennium. He was one of the first to study with Freud, to take on the title of psychoanalyst, but he never let his basic innate compassion for the human soul become lost in the science and the theory. Some may look on the life and tragic death of Sean Burns and think what a waste of a great man, cut down by a madman. But just as Sean gladly gave his life over a thousand years ago to redeem the book of Holy Scripture, I have no doubt he would just as gladly given his life to redeem the soul of a good friend like Duncan MacLeod.