In the kitchen, Fiona caught my eye. “I can hear the voice again,” she whispered.
“That's nice dear. What do you think they're going to do?”
“No, you don't understand,” grabbing my hand. “I can hear the voice.”
“Oh dear.”
“I thought that too. It started when we opened the wardrobe, but it's not like before, it's not telling me what to do.”
“Well what is it doing?”
“I don't know, it's weird. It's almost like its trying to start a conversation.”
“Well then, you better find out what it wants to talk about.”
