A violent gasp for breath was met with joyful laughter and a
bell jingling. Ioan was up first. His description of the situation struck a
chord with Ernest who tried, and failed, to conjure his own words. There was no sign of Reader, they didn't know
where they were, and their host was the last 'person' either of them wanted to
see.
"This is not good."
"No Ioan. No, it
is not."
