“You believed that resetting the clocks would halt the attack, and it did. You believed that Robert could bring Fiona back, and he did. Now you must believe that we can slide in to the Warp, and we will.”
He made us join hands. “Close your eyes, picture the house, and hold on tight. Things might get bumpy.”
I felt such a fool, holding hands, eyes closed, but Raven's voice was strangely comforting. He told us to picture the house painting such a lovely picture with his lilting, mesmeric voice, I began to believe we could do it.
