“Pardon?” Oak looked dumbfounded.
“Not a single one.”
“Curious. Not even a passing surfer or remote viewer?”
“Nothing.”
“How can that be, I wonder? A house this rich with the Weave, it should be like a beacon to all manner of waifs and strays. It should be jumping with unwanted visitors, yet nothing.”
“What does that mean?” my wife asked.
“It means, dear lady, that there is yet more to be revealed about this occurrence.”
“That's why I called you,” Rose told him. “We should take action now, before the situation complicates further.”
