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I followed the moving tree through the jungle. We walked up steep hills, slid down more than one hillside and crossed a stream. I was tempted to make a Ghostbuster joke but found myself preoccupied with the way Silverwood's ‘toes’ wriggled and plumped up in the water. Besides, he probably doesn't even know what a movie is, let alone how good bustin’ can make one feel.
When the mud on my pants had dried, and I felt as if I could walk no further, Silverwood finally stopped.
"Here we are."
Here, looked like every other inch of the jungle I'd seen in last half hour and I told him so.
"Look without your eyes," he replied.
"Excuse me?"
"As you did at the train station, Phoenix. Open your heart and see the world around you."
"My heart?"
"Your heart, your power. They are the same.
