Josh was getting tired of waiting. “You sure Jenny’s ok in there?”
“There is nothing to worry about,” Mr. Symarian said. “He will not harm her.”
“He’d better not!” Josh said, his hands balled into fists.
“You misunderstand me,” the teacher said. “They may converse, but no more. This house and all within are mere illusions. The two of them are speaking to each other across a vast divide. He has no power over her here. Jenny may as well fear the shadow that falls upon the floor.”
“Are we all shadows then?” Charlie asked, a note of doubt in his voice.
“Do not worry. You are quite real. It is only this tower that is a thing of illusion.”
“Mr. Symarian, how come you know all these things?” said Josh.
“Kid,” Sid said, with a flutter of his wings, “You don’t know the half of it.”