Is *this* how I wound up here? Fern pondered from inside the crate, back in her normal garb. Box drop?
Is *this* the true savior? observing Edward thought from his dimmer view of the world within the larger of the 2 shacks in the vicinity. Cube drop?
If only he’d seen her walk on water earlier he’d be convinced.
“Hello!?” he ventured from the other side of the window. “Can I help you!?”
Sunklands 