Candy recollected what happened when she knocked over The Shape over and ran into the corridor. The minute Candy’d left the room where she’d been kept, she froze. She looked both ways down the hall and knew it was her one chance to escape. All her life she’d waited for this moment to flee from the room. The serious abuse only started recently, but she lacked comfort of any kind before that moment. Candy couldn’t even speak; her thoughts were a combination of jumbled shapes and ideas. She talked to the wolf in her mind in the only way she could, with symbols and ideas. At this very minute, she was free for the first time in her life. But how long would it last? “You have to move,” the wolf told her. “The Shape will come for you the moment it recovers.” The wolf stood at the other end of

