Lyra must say goodbye to her Father L

Lyra sensed her parents going away.  It sounded like they were arguing.

"Goodbye Father and Mother," she brainwaved.  "Maybe I can come and see you again soon."

She concentrated on twirling space with her imaginary hands.  It was hard, but she kept trying.  She thought of England, of summer, of warm winds and green trees.  She thought of real people with real voices.  She didn't think of the village or the farm because she didn't want to be swallowed up by a strange again.

A light!  A light was growing in the Void!  A bright light that pulled her towards itself with an irresistible suction!

Whoosh!  Thump!!

"Cor blimey, Guvnor, what's this?"

"Lor, lumme, strike a light, I dunno!"

Lyra looked up.  There were intensely glowing bright lights pouring down on her.  All around her were standing typically lovable red-faced Cockney costermongers, carrying baskets on their heads.  There were two Bobbies standing by a pillar, waving their nightsticks.  There was a dirty girl with a basket of flowers.  And they were all looking at her!

She was in Covent Garden Market in London!  There were market stalls piled high with typical English vegetables like tomatoes, bell peppers and zucchini!  There were carts with horses in front of them, eating oats!

Then two things happened.

A voice shouted "Cut!"

And Lyra realized that none of the people had daemons.

A man with a purple scarf and face strode up to her.  He was very angry.  "I don't know what you think you're doing, little girl," he bellowed, "but you can GET OFF MY SET!"

Two burly men picked Lyra up and threw her pitifully out of the door.  There was a notice above it.  It said SOUND STAGE 2 in printing and underneath that it said MY FAIR LADY in scrawly writing.  Lyra had seen movies, but she didn't know how they were made, so she had no idea what had happened.

One thing she did know.  She was in a world without daemons.  And that could mean only one thing…

Wow!  Has Lyra imagined herself into Will's world?