Maeve saw with a shock that this view from the back window wall was all wrong; that these trees were too large and had much thicker foliage than the few spindly maples that really stood at the back of her aunt's house. With a little stab of fear came the odd sensation that her world was in some way becoming transparent, letting something beyond it show through. No, that's crazy. It's just another hallucination. If she sat very still, it would go away. But she realised to her own surprise that she did not want it to go away, that something in her called to it even as it called to her. Maeve approached the back door hesitantly. The garden was gone. Before her there were only the trees, and beyond them more trunks receding into the tinted twilight of a forest. She could still hear the voices of her aunt and Mrs Murphy, but they were faint now. The Otherworld forest was here for Maeve alone. For me... She felt an odd constriction of the throat. Opening the door wide, she wavered for an instant on the threshold. Then she stepped through into Annwn.
