“Can we try and make
sure that doesn't happen,” Raven bellows as Strauss throws the car
into another skid, “The apprehending, I mean.”
“We are doing all
that we can,” Strauss calls back.
“I wonder what it's
writing,” Fiona says.
“Does it matter?”
Robert asks, “Surely it's enough to know that we could be decimated
by a giant pen any second now. Or crash into a wall of ink.”
“It
might help,” she replies, “If we knew what's been written we
might be able to predict what comes next, that way we could be
somewhere else entirely.”
“M'lady
could have a point,” Strauss calls from the front of the car.
“A
mute point, surely,” Raven gestures at the sky, “We're down here,
someone would have to be up there.”
“We
are in the company of Wake Walkers, Mister Raven,” Strauss replies,
“Are you familiar with the concept of Remote Viewing.”
