As Robert
progresses through the meadow the breeze and laughter become more
frequent, but he does his best to hold his nerve and not freak out.
“This is
the Weave,” he tells himself, “This is what it's like.”
The closer
he gets to the cottage, the more it appears to be in a state of
disrepair. The thatch has holes in it, there's no glass in the
windows, the garden overgrown. He's barely walked a quarter of the
way when a cracking sound draws his attention to part of the chimney
falling off. A few paces more and the rest of the chimney follows.
