I had to squint to make her out, almost like watching a film projected into thin air, where she only appears every fourth frame. It wasn't my wife as I knew her now, but as she'd appeared as a little girl when I'd first met her.
The cats weaved their way in and out of her legs, rubbing their whiskers against her legs as cats do. The more they did this, the more substantial the image became, until she seemed solid, crouching down to make a fuss.
“Fiona!” I called, making to step outside, when Raven caught my arm.
