Fiona stares at the wardrobe, a long hard look.
“There's no mirrors in there, dear,” says Mary entering the room behind her. “Give me a hand with these.”
“I'm going to go and find him,” Fiona replies.
“What? Find who?”
“Raven. There's something not right about those two” she indicates the stairs. “ The voice,” she taps her head, “It says that we're the imbalance, they'll destroy us. I think Raven can help us”
“How can you trust it?”
“I don't know, but I do.”
“Then I'm coming with you.”
