Strauss flicks his attention between the front of the car and the
rear view mirror. “M'lady...” he begins, but cannot continue
because Robert shouts “It's coming back round.”
“If it's writing something specific,” Fiona says, “How come
it's always heading towards us?”
“Just lucky, I guess,” Raven replies.
“There is an answer to that,” Strauss tells them, “It's to do
with the relationship between intention, action and consequence. We
shall explain it to you at another time...”
The nib is heading towards them once more, slicing across the ground
at terrific speed.
“Hold on tight,” Strauss calls, jerking the steering wheel at the
last moment, narrowly avoiding further collision.
“M'lady,” he says, “You have to hold a single thought in your
mind, believe it with every fibre of your being.”
“Okay, I can try that,” she says, “What's the thought?”
“Corvus must not die.”
