Sabriel drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Letting her mind drift off into random places, she looked around her.Mogget lay watching Touchstone as he did something, she couldn't see what from where she was sitting but he was looking at his hands which were laying in his lap and moving slowly, yet quickly at the same time. She noticed him look at her before dropping his head again.

Switching her attention to Mogget, who was now stretching, Sabriel thought back, to the crash, to the thing that was Mogget, but at the same time not Mogget. As she thought of the thing, she suddenly thought of her father. What if she couldn't get him out of death? Who would take his place in keeping the Old Kingdom safe from the dead? It would be her, but she didn't know anything about the Old Kingdom, how could she save a place she didn't know? She knew how to bind the dead, sure. But she wasn't completely sure she could. The thought of taking her dads place, wearing the bells and sword till she died or was too old to do it any more, was frightening. More than that, it was terrifying.

Stretching her legs and laying on the hard ground, Sabriel groaned as her muscles, still sore from the crash, protested.Mogget glared at her as she groaned again, louder this time.

Slowly, as she stared upwards, Sabriel thoughts turned back to the journey.

She knew nothing of the Old Kingdom and Mogget wasn't very helpful, and neither was Touchstone.

She turned her head, and her gaze fell upon Touchstone again, he had stopped whatever he was doing, and was now staring up at the sky, exactly like she had just been. Her eyes searched for Mogget and noticed him next to Touchstones feet, still staring at the man.

She sighed and closed her eyes.

Sleep would bring another day. Another day closer to finding her father.