Hermione tried to listen, to a light tale about giant birds and mice, and a lost alien who made a house from an old teapot with a space-saw that went buzz, but her mind was scrambled. She couldn't bring her raging thoughts under control. They were all at sea. She was intently focusing on the scene, at once a part of it, but watching from afar all at the same time. If she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine this was another place, another world ...