Robert gasped. “It's.... it's beautiful. How can it be?”
Raven, distracted, staring at the knotted peacock feathers, dragging them through his fingers. “What, oh, yes. This place has more than one... location, right now.”
“How can we be in more than one place? I want to see more.” He headed for the door.
“Not more than one place. There is only this place, but this place occupies many locations within the weave.”
“Mr Raven,” I said, “You make no sense at all.”
Robert reached for the door handle when Raven screamed “DON'T TOUCH THAT DOOR!”
