Greta glanced at me, and I knew she shared my concern.
We weren’t the types to rely on others. We weren’t the kind of people who wanted anyone else around.
“There are only two of us,” Greta said. “That’s enough.”
“Plenty,” I agreed.
“I don’t know, it could be fun to have a whole bunch of you. I love Marnies.” Imogen looked back at her phone. “Ooh, a message.”
The surrounding trees seemed to press in on us. We really should head back into town. It didn’t seem like the goblins hadfollowed us, but there was still a cloaked murderer out there—Guy Jones—and the reaper who hated us.
“We should walk and talk,” Levi said, as if thinking the same thing.
We slowly started our way back toward town.
“Before we get into what the crew is saying, what did you see, Mar or Greta?” Imogen asked. “Did the foot give you new memories?”
“Nie bought food from Caspian,” Greta said.
Imogen’s expression turned to confusion in response.
“Purple guy at the general store,” I said.
“Oh okay. Good stuff,” Imogen said.
She looked between me and Greta.
When neither of us elaborated, she flipped her phone so we could see.
Rose:Tell me that’s not a fox.
Wendy:Where?
Rose:In the third image.
Wendy:Looks like a reddish blur to me.
“It seems unlikely for a fox to be in town,” I said.
Imogen opened the picture in question and zoomed in for a better look. Of course making the picture larger didn’t magically create more pixels, so the reddish blur only became a larger reddish blur.
“Do you think that’s a fox?” Imogen asked.
I shrugged.
“Greta, do you think this is a fox?” Imogen asked.
Greta shrugged.
“I did see a fox in town once,” Levi said.
We all turned to him.
“That’s it. Whole story,” he said.
Rose:Is the fox wearing a crown?
“Rose mentioned a cat who was really a fox before,” Greta said.