The four of us entered the back bedroom together, the cats becoming human as we did.
The air in there felt different, alive with possibility. Otherwise, the room looked exactly as it always did: bed, wardrobe, chest of drawers. Nothing out of the ordinary.
“Well?” I asked the cats. “What's there to see?”
Before they could answer, Fiona gasped, startled. “What the...?” she asked, reaching into her jacket pocket, producing Raven's block of wood.
“Oh my,” she said, showing it to me. The grain of wood was moving, forming an arrow that pointed to the wardrobe.
