Chapter 20
The station tonight was unusually dark and quiet, not that there was ever any sound in this land between, but usually I could feel vibration, even if I couldn't actually hear. I reined Harvey towards the only source of light, the Christmas tree which shone out the picture window like a beacon for Santa Claus. In front of the door stood the girl on the white pony and her horse, her expression almost as grief-stricken as Pippa's.
The white pony whickered a greeting. I couldn't hear it, but I felt it.
"Hello," I said to Adam's mother. "You decided to come back?"
The girl gestured for me to follow. She directed the white pony to walk down towards the river, but it was no longer sleepy, but roiled with white-water at flood-stage. She led me not to the usual sandy area we used as
