Fiona and Larry walk silently, hand in hand, toward the Market of
Fictions. She can already begin to make out some of its more
distinctive features. Not just the central scroll, towering above
the enormous tomes and gargantuan books that make up its structures.
She's beginning to see some of the larger wares on offer: the
ridiculous fruit and vegetables, idiosyncratic vehicles and most of
all, the clientèle. A smile slowly makes its way to her face as she
realises how happy she is to be returning. Not just that she's going
back to the Warp, to the house of her in-laws and the strange goings
on, but that she's returning via the Market itself.
“Come on Larry,” she says, picking up her pace, “Let's see if
we can find some mischief before I have to go.”
