Chapter 23“Who are you?” he asked, standing before the transparent cage, his arms crossed over his chest.
Within, the thing that wore his daughter’s face drifted idly back and forth, bumping into the side of the wall, before slowly turning that borrowed face towards him.
A moment passed, and he had no idea whether it understood him, whether it was even intelligent, and then, at last, with a tremendous effort, the lips twitched, and it spoke.
“I am a traveller,” it sang.
So stunned was he by its reaction that, for the briefest of moments, Doc Labyrinth was unable to muster the courage to reply.
“Where do you come from?” he asked eventually, trying to hide the fear in his voice.
“Outside,” it sang in reply.
“Outside where?” he demanded, gaining more courage, feeling once more that he
