"It was," she says, with a pleased grin at his evident surprise. "One of the most fascinating things that ever happened to me, really."
She pauses, thinking about how best to start, how to explain something that still struck her at times as completely bizarre. She knew now she wasn't mad; couldn't be, especially not after landing in Darrow as well, the city full of people who'd had the same strange experience of being so suddenly pulled from their old lives. And Nick was magical in his own right, on top of all that--if anyone might understand, perhaps it's him. Sabrina certainly had when she'd first confessed all to her so many months ago.
"I had this neighbor back in Oxford, a professor at one of the colleges there, and I used to look in on his cat--Jenkins, not that his name's important--whenever he was away," she says at last. "One day, Jenkins just...disappeared. Nobody could find him and I was looking all over the house for him, and when I went down to the cellar, I found a...I thought it was just an old sculpture, this odd gazebo thing that an artist friend of the Professor's asked if she could store down there, but then it was glowing and there was this doorway in the middle of it that I walked through and suddenly I was in another place entirely."
Rosie stops again, as much to catch her breath as to allow Nick the chance to get a word in edgewise if he so chooses.
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She pauses, thinking about how best to start, how to explain something that still struck her at times as completely bizarre. She knew now she wasn't mad; couldn't be, especially not after landing in Darrow as well, the city full of people who'd had the same strange experience of being so suddenly pulled from their old lives. And Nick was magical in his own right, on top of all that--if anyone might understand, perhaps it's him. Sabrina certainly had when she'd first confessed all to her so many months ago.
"I had this neighbor back in Oxford, a professor at one of the colleges there, and I used to look in on his cat--Jenkins, not that his name's important--whenever he was away," she says at last. "One day, Jenkins just...disappeared. Nobody could find him and I was looking all over the house for him, and when I went down to the cellar, I found a...I thought it was just an old sculpture, this odd gazebo thing that an artist friend of the Professor's asked if she could store down there, but then it was glowing and there was this doorway in the middle of it that I walked through and suddenly I was in another place entirely."
Rosie stops again, as much to catch her breath as to allow Nick the chance to get a word in edgewise if he so chooses.