We were almost to the park when Galleytrot let out a yelp of surprise.

"Sassafras." He bounded off at full speed, leaving me to slide over the veil in pursuit, a desperate hope in my heart.

I caught up with him at the edge of town, near the site where Suzanne had been taken over by the Firblog magician, Cesard and his collection of occupiers. "You can feel him?"

"Smell him." Galleytrot snuffled the air noisily, anger in his tone. "He was close, Syd. He was here." ...