“Once
and for all,” Oak said hurriedly, “If that is the Forest, I know
nothing about it.” He was sat quite still, though his binds gave
him very little room to manoeuvre, but his eyes darted round the room
in something of a frenzy. From Mary to myself, the ceiling, the
door, the floor, then the window and back to Mary. It seemed as if
he was trying to absorb every detail in the room before my wife did
anything else.
For
her part, my wife just stood there, blinking in confusion. As the
knife slipped from her fingers and clanged to the floor, I wasn't
entirely convinced she knew where she was.
“Mary?”
I inquired softly, retrieving the blade before touching her arm
gently. “Mary? Are you still with us?”
For
just a moment the house felt at peace, before another thump from the
stairs broke the moment, giving my wife a little shock.
“Still
here,” she replied, regaining her composure, “Definitely still
here.”
