Chapter 2
I got up off the floor. Dustfinger was still confused, I could tell. Meggie looked scared. They were both silent as I tried to pull myself together. Meggie kept repeating I'm sorry, I'm so sorry in her head. When Dustfinger opened his mouth to inquire, I cut him off to answer his unspoken question.
"The girl did nothing, Dustfinger. I can hear thoughts." He looked amazed as I said his name, but said nothing.
He can read my mind? But… Hey, stay out!
"I'm sorry Dustfinger, but as much as I try not to hear you, I may not be able to block your thoughts completely. Please forgive me. Now, I'm not sure I quite understand how I am to get home. Will you explain further?"
Meggie stuttered as she started.
"I-- I, well--- Wait, are you saying you want to go home?"
"Of course."
"Well then, we would have to find an author to write you back in. I suppose I could, but I believe it would work best if your own author did the honors. We could find her, but-"
Dustfinger then cut in. "It worked fine when I was written in, without that old man's help. Feniglio didn't write me back."
"Wouldn't this person find it hard to believe in me? If they think they created me, who is supposedly made of words and ink? Your Feniglio seemed to have gone insane from finding himself in that world."
"She would know how to word it best. When Cheeseface wrote you in, Dustfinger, he had read your book several times. This is my first time reading New Moon."
Dustfinger's thoughts went wild. How could she start reading a book aloud then? She couldn't even know what would come out of it. What if it had been some monster like the Shadow? What if- The images in his mind that went along with the Shadow were terrifying.
"I must agree with Dustfinger on this. How could you even try that, after reading out the Shadow? But I suppose that it is evident that we find this author and have them write some more. How shall we convince her though?"
Meggie spoke again. "Just step into the light. That would make the greatest impact, especially as that was a part of her original dream." Her knowledge of my species once more amazed me. I listened as her thoughts clarified her words. We then began to plan our visit to this woman's house.