He feels his mother's
anticipation of the picnic, mixed with a little anxiety that she
hasn't brought enough. She wants, more than anything else, for this
to be a day to remember. He smiles at that feeling, if only she
knew, and he chuckles, suddenly aware of his own body, once more
seeing through his own eyes. Once more looking at his mother looking
at her son.
He quickly shuts his
eyes, panicking that he might look again and get lost in someone
else's head. The last thing he wants is to experience what James is
feeling, determinedly attacking whatever comes to hand, or to see the
world through the eyes of Mister Banjo. “Sit tight and try not to
engage with your environment,” he reminds himself. “Right, I can
do that.”
