As Fiona and Larry finally enter the Market, a fanfare seemingly
heralds their arrival. Passers by stop and look at them, some even
bow, while others smile quietly to themselves.
“It seems to come from everywhere,” Larry says, “As if we are
already encircled by, well, whatever it is.”
“It's only a few horns,” Fiona tells him, “Nothing to get too
worked up about. I actually think it's quite delightful.”
“It would appear,” he replies tersely, “That we have found
ourselves in the middle of an earthquake.”
“Earthquake?” she asks, before the realisation hits home. “Oh,
earthquake? Really? That's not good, is it?”
At that moment Fiona feels a light tugging at the back of her jacket.
