Fiona steps out of the car, still rubbing at her collar bone and
rolling her shoulders to release the tension. Strauss climbs out of
the driver's seat, removes his cape to dissolve into the three
midgets: Larry, Curly and Mo.
Larry walks round the vehicle to take Fiona's hand. “Oh yes, we
see now,” all three say in unison, “The market is right there
after all.”
“You can see it now?” Robert asks.
“Larry can,” the three reply. Larry lets go of Fiona, then holds
her hand once more. “Interesting,” the three continue, “He can
only see it when they touch. It is still some distance away, m'lady,
are you sure we cannot drop you closer?”
“No thanks,” Fiona declines, “I fancy stretching my legs.”
She leans back into the car to kiss her husband's cheek. “I'll see
you two back at the house,” she says, then turns and walks away.
