When Saturday morning rolled around, it took Chase quite some persuading, and a decent amount of pleading, but he eventually managed to badger Max to allow him to be ‘ungrounded’ long enough to wander into town to The Fancy Pasty so he could pick up an ‘apology pasty’ to make amends for the detention.
He was ambling along, enjoying the sea air, and pondering how Thorne could possibly be twisting time, when the hairs on the back of his neck suddenly crawled and prickled. He swatted at himself in a moment of panic, very much hoping not to find a large spider there. But there was nothing except a creeping sense that something was… what?
whatHe looked around. Nothing was out place, except… him. ‘Why did I come this way? I never come this way.’ He had walked into Bisby almost every day of his
