Robert opens
his eyes and looks around, more than a little astonished. “It
worked,” he mumbles to himself, getting to his feet. He's a bit
wobbly to start with, there's a little dizziness and his head feels
like it's going to burst because it's too full.
When he'd
closed his eyes in his parents' living room, he hadn't really
expected anything to happen. He thought he'd open them there a few
seconds later, feel a little foolish and try something else. “IT
WORKED!” he shouts, laughing with shock, a little giddy at his own
boldness. “So this is what the Weave looks like, is it?”
He finds
himself in a meadow, just as he'd imagined. The grass is long, and
littered with daisies. He can hear the babble of a brook somewhere
nearby. “Now then,” he says to himself, “How am I going to
find Fiona? Where do I start?”
