“Somewhere safe it is,” Raven says as he turns the door handle
and steps through, dragging his companions behind him.
“Well then,” he continues, as they all step into a sunny meadow,
“What have we here?”
“This is it,” Robert says excitedly, recognizing the field
immediately. “This is the meadow where I came in!”
“Or it's the collective memory of it,” Curly and Mo assert.
Robert looks round, turns round, taking in the full panorama. “No,”
he tells them, “This is the memory prison, or whatever it was
called. This is my exit point.”
“How can you be so certain?” Curly and Mo want to know.
“Look around,” Robert gestures at the fields around them. “We're
the only ones here.”
