The girl had been frightened at first. Hiding under the skirts of the mad woman at the beach had saved her from being discovered by the man that Judas, the Master of the Black Museum, had asked her to follow and observe. Now, she was merely confused and starting to get a bit frustrated. This was not the way back to the path she had used to get here. Nothing looked familiar. Even the sky had changed. The girl got back to her feet.
“No matter. I’m not going to find my way out of here sitting on my bum, am I.”
She walked for a while longer, and now and again she saw a tree or a stone that she thought she recognised, but it turned out to be the wrong stone or a tree that looked a little like the one she was searching for but not the tree itself. However, she did not become disheartened and a
