Robert sets
off towards the cottage at a brisk pace, his eyes fixed on his
destination, the thought lurking at the back of his mind that the
cottage could disappear just as easily as it appeared. He's barely
taken a dozen steps when he realizes there's no longer any smoke
emerging from the chimney. At that moment a breeze ruffles his hair
once more, his ears are full of children's laughter which brings him
to another standstill.
“Hello?”
He shouts again. “You can come out now!” Nobody appears to
accept his offer.
“I am in
the Weave,” he tells himself. “After everything that's happened,
I should know this place is going to be odd.”
