Edward
clearly wasn't happy with this explanation. “But how can reality
be fluid? Something is real, or it isn't.”
“Shall we
say the perception of it becomes fluid?” Oak asked. “Surely you
can see that from your own experiences? A box that you were sure had
been tucked away in your cellar, for decades, suddenly revealed to
have been placed there last week? Which is the reality? In your
memory, it's been there all that time, but now you have been
presented with new information, and the reality becomes fluid.”
“But...”
my husband began, but was silenced by a stern look from Oak as he
pressed a finger to his lips.
I began to hear a deep rumbling throb coming from the cellar.
