As for instance . . .
As for instance . . .
As for instance what?
It rose up in his memory like the suddenly discovered bit of suspicious tentacle just when you thought it was safe to eat the paella.
'It could be that something else is trying to come through the same way,' he ventured. 'In the, uh, in the nowhere between the somewhere there are creatures which on the whole I'd rather not describe to you.'
'You already have,' said Ginger, in a tense voice.
'And, uh, they're generally quite keen to get into the real worlds and perhaps they're somehow making contact with you when you're asleep and . . .
' He gave up.
He couldn't bear her expression any more.
'I could be entirely wrong,' he said quickly.
'You've got to stop me opening the door,' she whispered. 'I could be one of Them.'
'Oh, I don't think so,' said Victor loftily. 'They've generally got too many arms, I think.'
'I tried putting tacks on the floor to wake myself up,' said Ginger.
'Sounds awful. Did it work?'
'No. They were all back in their bag in the morning. I must have picked them up again.'
Victor pursed his lips. 'That could be a good sign,' he said.
'Why?'
'If you were being summoned by, uh, unpleasant things,
I think they wouldn't bother what you walked over.'
'Urgh.'
'You haven't got any idea why it's all happening, have you?' Victor said.
'No! But I always get the same dream.' Her eyes narrowed. 'Hey, how come you know all this stuff?'
'I ... a wizard told me, once,' said Victor.
'You're not a wizard yourself?'
'Absolutely not. No wizards in Holy Wood. And this dream?'
'Oh, it's too strange to mean anything. Anyway, I used to dream it even when I was small. It starts off with this mountain, only it's not a normal mountain, because?'
Detritus the troll loomed over them.
'Young Mr Dibbler says it's time to start shooting again,'
he rumbled.
'Will you come to my room tonight?' hissed Ginger.
'Please? You can wake me up if I start sleepwalking again.'
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