“Fascinating,” says Edward. “Well that's positive I suppose.”
“Do you know what's going on?” Mary asks.
“Not yet, no,” Rose replies, transfixed by the room. “But I intend to find out.”
“Then what is it you find fascinating?”
“Your house, my dear, your house. Out there,” she points through the nearest window, “Out there is the Warp, in all its glorious beauty. Out there your house is part of the Warp. But in here,” she tuts again. “In here, your house is rippled with the Weave like raspberry in vanilla ice-cream.”
