‘Don’t panic!’ says Mee, holding his hands up at shoulder height, palms out towards Johnny.
‘Don’t panic? You must be joking! There’s something wrong … very wrong,’ says Johnny, his eyes still transfixed on Ellie. ‘Her shoulders and hands are twitching too.’
‘She’s fine,’ continues Mee, now on his knees at Ellie’s side and gently putting his hand on her left forearm. ‘She’s just asleep.’
‘Asleep? She looks as if—’
‘Ellie, Ellie!’ says Mee, interrupting Johnny and shaking Ellie’s arm ever so gently.
‘Mmmm, what? WHAT!’ says Ellie, jumping a little, while still leaning against the tree as she opens her eyes.
‘You’re doing it again!’ says Mee, still holding Ellie’s arm. ‘REM sleep.’
‘REM what?’ says Johnny.
‘Was I?’ asks Ellie, looking at Mee before. ‘Yeah! Shiny black shapes and funn
