CHAPTER 25From Bodmin to Brian Shaw
The next few days drifted by in a blur and then it was back to business as usual. Or as usual as could be expected for someone who had saved the country from impending doom. After sleeping for nearly an entire week, Monte found himself struggling to re-adjust to the rigors of standard life. He stared out the taxi window, the sights of Edinburgh blurring past him, adding to the fog in his mind. He sighed and attempted to clear his head as they pulled to a stop somewhere on Princes Street.
“Here yeh are, as requested,” the Norm driver said as Monte, Garrick, and their parents slid from the taxi. “The Princes Gardens are just there.” He pointed across the street to a lush, grassy piece of land lined with walkways and clusters of trees.
“Aye.” Mr. Darrow
