We followed their strange, weaving walk out of the study into the kitchen. The back door was ajar, the strange kaleidoscopic world beyond.
“Looks” they said in unison, as they stepped through the doorway, becoming cats as they did. They walked up the garden path, side by side, tails held high, to the point where we'd found the box.
The air around them began to sparkle and coalesce. There was something there, flickering in and out of sight, not quite real. I squinted, trying to make it out, when Robert gasped in shock.
“Oh my god, that's Fiona!”
