st_oneswidow

The only reason Curnen didn't collapse at once was the feeling of a familiar violin case in her hands--she'd have died before letting carelessness destroy her daddy's fiddle. And also because it was about the only thing to hold onto in this moment of disorientation.

She had no idea where she was.

She had no idea when she was.

She had no idea if she was, the way memories she was so sure she didn't have a minute ago were banging around in her brain. But it wasn't the first time her mind had gone to tatters on her and the thought that it might not be the last froze her.

Curnen should be in Kansas with Rob, or back in Needsville, but this was neither of those places. So many things were familiar--sounds and smells even the feel of the air--but she could not for the life of her have said where she was or why she knew it.

Holding the case tight to her chest, she went down on her knees, rocking back and forth there in the middle of the sidewalk and muttering a song she had not known, and that was perhaps the scariest part of all.

J'entends le loup, le renard, et la belette
J'entends le loup et le renard chanter