Robert twitched to a stop as Raven hurried over. “You must believe me when I tell you if you open that door we will be lost forever.”
“But how can that be?” Mary asked, “We're still on Churchill Street, aren't we?”
“We are, but we're also at the very heart of the Weave, the centre of imagination.”
“And things from the Weave can get in?” asked Robert.
“Correct.”
“But we can't get out, even if we wanted to?”
“Oh no, we can leave whenever we choose. It's getting back that's a problem!”
