“No,” Fiona
replies, suddenly, unaccountably, confident. “You are.” She's
not sure where her confidence is coming from, but suddenly it's
there. “You will leave me alone.”
Both women look at each
other before returning to their chairs.
“Time to move on,”
Fiona says. Captain Bear walks through the door, carrying a dress
draped from a hanger, which he hands to her with a smile.
“She really is a wake
walker,” he says to Larry, Curly and Mo, as each of them drops down
the fireplace, narrowly missing the flames, to assemble before her.
Fiona quickly changes
into the clothes. “We need to get out of here,” she says.
