“Oh,” Robert says forlornly, “What's underneath the sign?”
“Never mind that, lad,” Raven interrupts his question, “Which
way is the arrow pointing?”
“Left,” Fiona replies, “It points to the left, and it's
flashing.”
“You heard the lady,” Raven says to Strauss, “Turn left.
Fiona, you have to keep that sign in mind, tell us if the direction
of the arrow changes.”
“It's moving now, actually,” she says.
“Up or down?” Raven snaps.
“Down.”
“Go right,” he barks at Strauss, turning back to Fiona. “And
now?”
“Up again,” she replies. “Back to left, past left, more like
ten o'clock.”
“Good,” Raven sighs, “Tell us when it's pointing to twelve.”
