“What can it be?” Mary asked, “I mean, should we go outside and
check on it? Whoever's knocking, it might be important.”
“No,” Oak said firmly, “I don't think so. It's just more...”
he struggled to find the right word for a moment, “....more
tricksiness. More of the Weave trying to claim this house for its
own. Open that door and you'll just be letting it in.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, confused. “Let what in? What are
you talking about?”
“Edward,” Oak replied, “This is difficult to explain, and we
have little time so please, try to bear with me.”
“Okay,” I replied, nodding cautiously.
Oak stood there for a moment, phrases rushing silently across his
lips as he searched for the appropriate words.
Before he had chance to start speaking, however, all of us turned our
attention to Fiona when her limp body gave out a feeble groan.
