The Calm

“How did she take it?”

I’d caught up to Ben outside in the woods near our house later that night, after he’d spoken to Fionna. He looked sad, sitting out there, under a tree, his elbows resting on his knees. I didn’t sit because I didn’t think I’d be welcomed to do so. Instead, I stood off a ways, between the trees.

“She wasn’t happy,” he said. “But she said she understood that the reason you didn’t stop Harold from doing it was because he said either he put her into the other realm or kill her. She said she’d rather know that she is out there somewhere than have her dead.”

I nodded. “Did she really say all that?” It seemed like a lot of words for Fionna.

“She ddi,” Ben said with a nod. “She seemed a lot more… lucid than normal. At first, I wasn’t even sure I was tal