“What?”
Fiona asks. “How?”
“It would
seem the dream cage is larger than we first imagined.” Strauss
makes his way to the wardrobe, peering in at the tiny entrance.
Behind him,
Fiona is muttering to herself as she walks back down the corridor.
“This can't be right...” she says to herself as she opens the
door to the first bedroom.
She gasps
when she sees Strauss peering into the wardrobe. She quickly turns
her head back to the second bedroom, catching a glimpse of Strauss
peering into the wardrobe before the bedroom door swings shut.
“How can
you be in that room and this one? That's not possible.”
