A normal person possessing a pair of functioning brain cells to her name? Would have turned and went out into the corridor and called for Jill, Mom, Bill, Moose, God, anyone, someone. Um. Yeah.

A normal person didn't reside in my head, it turned out.

Before I knew it I was easing my way into the hole through the back of my wardrobe, my eyesight adjusting to the steady darkness within. Not totally black, then, but dark enough, Petunia tapping her way along at my ...