At long last I felt like my sight was returning, as if a mist were
slowly evaporating to reveal the sharp lines of the world. The first
thing I really saw clearly was mum and dad, side by side, mouths
hanging open as they watched the three midgets become Strauss.
“By all the...” dad mumbled, his voice trailing away to silent
wonder.
“If we may continue?” Strauss asked, speaking to no one in
particular.
“By all means, please do,” dad replied, which earned him sharp
looks from both Raven and Oak.
“We mentioned the line between reality and imagination, did we
not?” They asked.
“You did,” my parents replied together.
“Lately, that 'line' has thickened somewhat,” Strauss continued,
“Or maybe widened would be a better term. That line is neither
Warp nor Weft, but subject to the influence of both. A more accurate
description might be to call it a no man's land.”
“That's all very prosaic,” Oak said, “But what's it got to do
with this house?”
“This house,” Strauss replied, “This house is, how do they say?
Ah yes, slap bang in the middle of it.”
