VIThree days later, Finn, Connor, and Diane lay in the barn. The sweet, dozy smell of hay and cows filled the air. Bars of sunlight streamed in through the narrow windows, thick with drifting specks of light. Birds called from the nearby trees, but otherwise there wasn't a sound in the whole of the world.
The three of them snoozed next to each other in the airless warmth. The hay prickled Finn's back. He and Connor planned to spend the night there themselves, when they could think of a suitable story for their parents.
“How did you know they were coming for you?” asked Connor.
Finn opened his eyes to squint at Diane through the flickering haze of his own eyelashes, but the light was too bright and he closed them again.
“My village isn't like here, with mountains all around,” said Diane
