It was
only when I stood that close to my boy, stroking his brow as I was,
that I noticed the furious movement behind his closed eyes. His body
may have been inert and lifeless, but where ever his mind was, it was
certainly very active.
“Come
back soon,” I whispered, leaning over to kiss his brow.
“I'm
sure it wont be much longer Mary” my husband tried to reassure me.
I hate it when he does that, it always sets my nerves off.
“We
don't know how long he'll be,” I snapped, “We don't know if he's
found Fiona. Or Raven. We don't actually know a bloody thing.”
I got a
shock then, nearly jumped out of my skin, as both cats suddenly
stood, both tense and alert.
“Something...”
said the dark one.
“....is
very wrong,” her companion finished.
