As Lucy focused her attention on the larger bird, she noticed it was actually moving in a fluttery way, wriggling, almost as though it was shivering...
I wriggled a bit. Threw my head back and grimaced so they could see the shock in my face. Then I flung myself onto the ground and lay under the tower...
The black room is the metaphysical space you are destined to drift in and out of for the rest of your time together. When inside the black room, Emer and I would lose our shared assessment of reality.