Her hands are covering her eyes before she actually realises she can move again.
Sitting up, she uncovers her eyes. In front of her, by the light switch, one dwarf stands on the shoulders of two others.
“What the devil,” she says, before she can think.
“We must be quick.” All three speak in one voice, the voice of Strauss. “They will come soon.”
“Who are you?” Fiona asks, still not sure what she's looking at. “And how come I can move.”
“This is a form of dream prison. It is broken when something happens.”
