Once again, Curly nods.
“Look,” Raven says firmly, “I don't care if we're being
watched, in fact I've taken it for granted. Can you take me to the
damned house or not?”
Curly nods again.
“Well can we please get on with it?” is Raven's response.
Curly takes him by the hand to lead him through the field. They walk
like this for a few minutes, until a mound of rubble, the remains of
a derelict building, come into view. Curly drags Raven into the
centre of it to find one remaining wall on which he proceeds to
outline a door with his finger.
Raven takes the hint, producing the chalk from his pocket to draw a
door.
“It's that simple, is it?” he asks.
Curly shrugs in reply. Still holding his hand, Raven opens the door,
picturing the desired destination in his mind. They step through, to
find themselves looking at the home of Edward and Mary.
In front of it is a bent, crippled shadow of a man. “Oh Corvus,”
it says, “You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?”
