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The dresser wobbled above Horace The girl stared at hiether, hand in the air

"When you were seven, you badly wanted an Arabian horse," Horace continued "Your parents couldn’t afford such an extravagant aniht a donkey instead You named hiirl’s mouth fell open

Horace went on

"You were thirteen when you realized you couldonly your s, paper clips and coins, then larger and larger ones But you could never pick up Habib with yourcreatures When your faone away entirely, because you couldn’tat all anyotten to know the new house yet Once you became familiar with it, mapped it in your mind, you could move objects within its walls"

"How could you possibly know all this?" Melina said, gaping at him

"Because I dreamed about you," said Horace "That’s what I can do"

"My God," said the girl, "you are peculiar"

And the dresser drifted gently to the floor

I wobbled towhere the dresser had hitup to inspecther The Feeling was shifting insidemade it harder to interpret; interrupted its development soht I was the only peculiar left!"

"There’s a whole gang of us down your well, in the catacomb tunnel," Emma said

"Really?" Melina’s face lit up "Then there’s still hope!"

"There was," said Horace "But it just flew out the hole in your roof"

"What--you ers in her eon appeared, flying down through the hole to land on her shoulder

"Marvelous!" said Horace, clapping his hands "How’d you do that?"

"Winnie’s my chum," Melina said "Tame as a house cat"

I wiped some blood fronore the pain There wasn’t tihts have been here, chasing pigeons"