"Now what?" Calla and Harry asked at the same time, turning to Hermione.

"We'll have to hide in here," she said, very nervously. She held the cloak out to Calla. "We can't hide under this, if Buckbeak runs off or bolts then we'll lose it. We'll just have to be very, very careful. We have to wait until they all go back up to the castle. And... Then we wait until it's safe to fly Bucbeak up to Flitwick's window so we can rescue Sirius. He won't be there for a couple of hours, though... Oh, this will be tricky."

"We should keep our eyes peeled for Scabbers," Calla said. "He'll probably run into the forest somewhere further along that way, nearer the Willow."

"I doubt we'll be able to find him," Hermione said. "And we should keep quiet for now, until they've gone. We can't risk being seen."

Calla pursed her lips, but nodded. "Okay. But as soon as it's safe, we have to try and get him. Right?"

"Of course," Harry said. "We'll have to move anyway; we have to keep an eye on the Whomping Willow, Hermione, or we won't know what's happening."

Hermione bit her lip, looking incredibly uneasy. She glanced over her shoulder into the darkness of the Forest and gulped. "Alright. We have to be very, very quiet. Stick with us, Calla."

"I wasn't about to run off now," she muttered, as she tightened her hold on Buckbeak's rope. "Come on now, Buckbeak."

"We've got to keep out of sight," Hermione reminded them, as if Calla and Harry didn't already know that.

They moved quietly and slowly through the Forest, until they came to a huddle of trees through which they could spot the Whomping Willow. Calla kept her eyes peeled. "There's Ron!" Harry said suddenly, pointing out into the darkness as a figure sprinted over the lawn.

"Get away from him - get away - Scabbers, come here!"

Then three more figures appeared, dashing out from underneath the Invisibility Cloak and racing after Ron. Then Ron dove towards the ground and the others scrambled to catch up to him. "Gotcha!" Ron's voice cried. "Get off, you stinking cat!"

"Sirius!" Calla said, pointing, as a massive dog shape bounded out from the Whomping Willow.

She saw herself put her hands out, trying to draw it away, holding out the bracelet. She couldn't actually hear her own voice, but she knew what she was saying. Then the dog sprinted for Ron and she saw the bracelet slip to the ground, silver catching the light and then disappearing entirely amongst the grass. It was a wonder Snape even managed to find it.

She saw herself scramble down the slope, grabbing the cloak as the door to Hagrid's hut opened. She knew what happened but she still felt that tight coil of nerves, and gasped again as Ron was pulled towards the Whomping Willow, into its roots. "It looks even worse from here, doesn't it?" Harry said.

"Watch," Calla whispered, as the Willow thrashed out. She saw herself get flung back and winced. Her glasses felt suddenly uncomfortable on her face. "Thanks for fixing my glasses, by the way, Hermione," she said. "I really couldn't see."

"We just got whallopped," Harry said breathlessly. "This is so weird..."

The Whomping Willow thrashed this way and that, and then Calla saw herself topple forward and then the tree stilled. "That was Crookshanks," Hermione whispered, "pressing the knot."

Hermione and Harry both disappeared past the roots there. "There we go," Harry said. "We're in."

The moment they went down, the tree seemed to start thrashing again, fighting at the bare air. It was only seconds before they heard footsteps passing them, and Calla shrank back quietly behind a tree. Fudge, MacNair and Dumbledore all passed, headed back up to the castle. She let her breath out slowly once they were out of earshot. "Right after we'd gone down into the passage!" Hermione said. "If only Dumbledore had come with us..."

"Fudge and MacNair would've come too," Calla said.

"Yeah," said Harry. "And I bet you anything Fudge would've told MacNair to murder Sirius on the spot."

"We should move now," Calla said. "So we're ready when Scabbers runs off."

"We have to wait," Hermione said, and Calla stared at her. "We have to make sure everything happens as it did for our past selves." She nodded up at the castle. "Look. Here comes Remus."

And indeed, Remus was haring down the steps. "We have to tell him to take his potion," Calla said, getting up, and Hermione pulled her down. "Or get it to him some way, without being seen."

"Calla, we can't! We can't change what happened!"

"We just did."

"Not like that!" Hermione shook her head. "Calla, I'm sorry. I wish none of this happened the way it did, but we have to let time take its course."

The moon was completely obscured when Calla looked at the sky. If only the clouds stayed in place, if they could get Remus to the castle... But they couldn't now, no matter how desperately she wanted to, felt she had to. She had to let events unfold as they did, no matter how much she hated it.

"If he'd only seen that bracelet," Harry said. "Then that git would never have got his hands on it."

"It wouldn't change anything except your feelings about him," Hermione said. "Snape likely already knew where Remus had gone, and how to get in."

"It was meant to be Mum's bracelet," Calla said quietly. "From Dad. Snape has no right to pick it up. He should have left it."

"And would you have found it?" Hermione asked.

"Yes," Calla snapped back.

"I'm going to get it," Harry said, and Hermione's eyes widened. She grabbed the back of his cloak, hauling him back.

"Hermione!" Calla scolded, but held her tongue as barely a second later, Hagrid came out of his hut. He was headed back up to the castle, singing a song at the very top of his voice, with a spring in his step and a bottle of something swinging from his hand.

"See?" Hermione said to them. "See what would have happened if you'd gone out? You would've been seen! No, Buckbeak!"

At the sound of Hagrid's singing, Buckbeak had started to pull at the rope that bound him, and Hermione was tugging him furiously back. He made a sort of whining sound of protest. "I'm sorry, Beaky," Calla said to him gently, through it didn't seem to help at all. "Not just now."

She and Harry both took hold of the ropes too, digging their heels in to stop Buckbeak getting loose. It was awful; he clearly wanted to be with Hagrid, but they couldn't risk that. Hagrid made his way inside the castle, the doors closing behind him, and Buckbeak stopped his protestations, hanging his head. Calla stroked his feathers soothingly.

Hardly a moment later, the castle doors were flung open again and Snape hurried down. Calla saw him stop as he spotted the bracelet lying in the grass, and take it, turning it over in his hands with a sneer. Anger prickled in her chest. "Slimy git," Harry muttered, glaring at Snape through the trees.

"Shh!" Hermione kicked him sharply. She held a finger to her lips as Snape glanced towards the Whomping Willow, used the fallen branch to press the knot on the tree, and slipped silently down past the roots.

Calla tightened her hold on the Invisibility Cloak. Hermione set about taking the rope and tying it securely to a tree, before she sat down on the ground, arms around her knees. "That's it then," Hermione said. "Now all we can do is wait for us to come back out again."

"We could tell Daphne and Padma," Calla whispered. "We can't do nothing. They could-"

"We can't," Hermione hissed. "We've been over this."

Calla bit her tongue. She couldn't help but feel that if Padma and Daphne were here, they would be doing something right now, rather than watching and waiting nervously. Daphne would know something, some way they could catch Pettigrew and resolve everything, and Padma would comfort them all and know exactly how to bring Fudge round and make sure they could prove Sirius' innocence, she was sure, and they'd both listen when she said she'd seen the future and that they had to get Pettigrew, they had to act as soon as they could. But they weren't there. And all they could do seemed to be to wait.

Calla sat down huffily on the ground beside Hermione, watching the sky darken. "Harry," Hermione said. "There's one thing I don't understand. Why didn't the Dementors get Sirius? I remember them coming and then I think I passed out... There were so many of them."

Harry sat nervously between the two girls. "I don't know," he said quietly. He glanced at Calla. "Do you..."

She shook her head. "All I saw was light. There must have been a Patronus, but... I don't know."

"There was something silver," Harry said. "It was an animal, a corporeal Patronus. It was tall, but I don't know what it was. And it wasn't Remus'." Calla hadn't expected it to be, but she might have hoped.

"Do you think it was one of the teachers?" Hermione asked. Calla was sure they would have known if one of them had been there; someone other than Snape would have saved them, then.

"No," Harry said. He looked like he was thinking very carefully about something, weighing his words. "It wasn't any of the teachers."

"I didn't see anyone," Calla said quietly. "All I could see was light."

"If the Patronus was shining so brightly, couldn't you see who it was, Harry?" Hermione asked earnestly.

"Yeah," Harry said slowly, looking worriedly at Calla. She frowned at him. "I saw him. But it wasn't for long, and... Maybe I imagined it... I wasn't thinking straight... I passed out straight afterwards."

Calla stared at him. "But who was it?" she asked, and he shook his head.

"I don't - I don't know that it was but... I thought it was Dad."

Her stomach lurched. "That - that isn't possible," she told him slowly. "Dad's... He's not coming back."

"It might be," Harry said. "I mean, there are ghosts, there are... So many other ways... It might have been him."

"Harry," Hermione said, tilting her head. "Your dad's dead."

"We know," Calla said quickly, at the look on Harry's face. "Harry knows that."

"He wasn't a ghost," Harry said quietly. "He looked solid. Real."

"But..."

"I know it sounds mad," Harry said. "But I... I saw him, and we have photos of him from Remus. I know what he looked like... If Pettigrew could fake his death..."

"Why not Dad?" Calla finished in a whisper. She leaned her head on Harry's shoulder. "I don't know. If he was still alive he would have found us before now. He would have rescued us from the Dursleys." She knew he had to have. There was no way to explain if - if he hadn't. But their father was dead. It wasn't a nice thing to think, but he'd been dead for twelve years. She didn't know who Harry had seen, but she was sure it wasn't their father.

"I'd felt so sure," Harry whispered. "For a moment, before I fainted, I - I was sure it was him."

"It can't have been," Calla said, though her stomach twisted. If it was, if their dad really was still alive... Well, why wouldn't he have come for them before?

Hermione was sitting still silent, staring out towards the Whomping Willow, her face pale and worried. Calla shut her eyes a moment, thinking. She had to find Pettigrew, show him to Fudge and stop them from performing the Kiss on Sirius. The moment she saw the Willow stop stirring, she sat up straighter, watching carefully as their party slowly proceeded out of it.

"Here we come," Hermione whispered, and the three of them stood up. Buckbeak cocked his head curiously.

Remus, Ron and Pettigrew clambered awkwardly out from between the roots, still clinging together. Her eyes narrowed hatefully at Pettigrew, stomach rolling at the knowledge of what was about to happen. "The moment he disappears," she whispered, "I'm going after him."

Neither Harry nor Hermione tried to deny her as they watched Snape being clumsily levitated out of the hole, followed by Sirius, then Harry, Hermione and Calla, still holding Matilda. She had to find her too; the little kitten was smart, but there were many creatures in the Forbidden Forest who might hurt her if she wandered into their territory by mistake.

Calla glanced anxiously at the sky, wishing her past self to realise, to do something. She should have thought, earlier, when the moon was mentioned, to check Remus had taken his potion before he'd come down to help them. She should have stopped it, and then Pettigrew wouldn't be free and Sirius wouldn't be about to have his soul taken.

"Harry. Calla." Hermione glanced over at them. "We have to stay put."

"Pettigrew's going to transform any moment now," Calla whispered. "We have to be ready to catch him."

"And how do you expect to do that?" Hermione snapped. "We won't be able to find him in the dark here, he's a rat!"

"Matilda'll show us."

"You don't even know where Matilda is, Calla," Hermione replied. "We have to stay put."

Calla shook her head. "You can. I'm not letting him get away again."

"We came back to help Sirius. There's nothing else we can do, Calla."

"And finding Pettigrew won't help Sirius?"

"I don't think this is what Dumbledore means for us to do."

"And?" Calla asked, shaking her head. She looked at Harry. "You'll help me find him, won't you? We can't let him get away, not after everything. And if he goes, he'll bring Voldemort back. We can't just let that happen!"

"Calla," Hermione said slowly, "you have no way of knowing that. Divination is a very... woolly subject, and I'm sure your dream... well, it's just a dream, Calla. You can't know."

"I do," she muttered. "I've seen it, Hermione. Not just in one instance, I've seen this in fire omens and tea leaves and crystal balls! It's all pointing to him escaping and helping Voldemort back to life. I am not going to let that happen."

"You can't see the future," Hermione whispered. "Whatever you saw in the crystal ball, it isn't really what's going to help. Divination is such a woolly subject."

"Maybe for you," Calla muttered in response, clenching her jaw. Of course Hermione wouldn't listen to her.

"You can't honestly believe-"

"Hermione!" Harry hissed, and she startled. "Leave it alone. Calla's right, but look. We have to keep an eye out."

Naturally, just as he said this and the two girls quietened, the moon came out behind the clouds. Calla could hardly bear to watch as Remus transformed, as she saw herself run to him and Sirius pulled her back, Sirius transforming, Pettigrew blasting her and Ron over the grounds, Ron landing unconscious, Pettigrew changing into a rat.

"We've got to move," said Harry, very suddenly.

"Harry, I've told you-"

"Not for Pettigrew! Remus is about to run into the forest!"

Hermione's eyes widened. "Hagrid's!" she said quickly. "There's no one there now, come on."

"But Pettigrew's going to run in that way!" Calla pointed in the opposite direction to Hagrid's hut.

"Do you want to be killed by a werewolf?" Hermione whisper-shrieked, voice very shrill. "Calla, come on!"

She hesitated a moment, heart hammering. "Fine. You go to Hagrid's."

"You can't tear off," Hermione whispered, grabbing her arm. "There's a werewolf out there, and-"

"And a murderer who's going to go free and bring back Voldemort if I don't stop him." She shrugged off Hermione's hand. Truth be told, she felt terrified going off on her own, but if Harry and Hermione wouldn't come with her, then that was simply what she had to do.

"Calla-"

"There's not much time. You two run."

She didn't wait for their answer before she tore off along to the other end of the forest, just behind the tree line so she wouldn't be seen. The werewolf ran in where she had been, but its howling grew fainter as Calla ran and then ducked behind a tree further into the forest but close enough that she could still see out. She could see Pettigrew retransforming, and then Matilda going flying, and Pettigrew disappearing again as her past self stood, disoriented as he scampered away. She kept her eyes in the small, furtive movements of the grass and then on Matilda, who was haring after Scabbers while herself followed clumsily behind.

Calla crouched down, eyes on the tree line, as something like eyes caught the light. Gotcha. She waited a moment, eyes straining as light rose behind her, as Matilda yowled and the rat came sprinting into the forest.

She flung herself towards it, grabbing him tightly in her hands. "You-" she said, wrestling with the tiny thing "-aren't - going - anywhere - now." She checked his paws quickly - sure enough, he was missing a toe - and then Calla shoved the rat roughly in her pocket. Matilda looked up at her approvingly, and her stomach settled just a little.

There was a crashing sound as her past self stumbled into the forest, and she and Matilda dipped further into the forest. She knew she couldn't do more now, not until she found Harry and Hermione and they could figure it out. They had Buckbeak and Sirius could fly away on him if need be, but if Fudge just saw Pettigrew, then surely it'd be enough anyway. But a Plan B definitely helped.

Then she heard her own voice. She turned a little, seeing that eerie white light behind her. She wanted to look closer, see what it really was, who that awful skeletal hand belonged to, but knew she couldn't be seen. And she had to keep a grip on the rat, who was squirming and squealing in her pocket.

There was a yelping sound in the distance, and she felt that cold begin to seep over her. With a shiver, she glanced at Matilda. "With me," she whispered, setting off along towards the lake. It was daft, but she wanted to know who had saved them. If it really was, by some mad twist of fate, their father... And she had a feeling she'd see Harry there, too.

The Dementors were closing in on the lake, and Calla went around the other edge, keeping as much away from them as she could. Her hands shook but she gripped her wand, holding it tightly at her side while Scabbers squirmed.

"Calla!"

She turned sharply, twisting, and saw Harry running in the same direction as her towards the lake. "I got him," she whispered, grabbing her brother's hand. "It's all okay. Is - did you see-"

"Come on."

She and Harry tore off again, closer to the lake and the ring of bushes and trees. Her heart was pounding as she ran, feet thumping over grass and mud.

"This is where he was," Harry whispered, as they slowed a little near the edge, concealed for the most part behind a large bush. "Dad."

Scabbers squealed indignantly in Calla's pocket. On the other side of the lake, there were some very faint glimmers of silver, wisping from the ends of their wands. Calla saw herself falter, hang her head. The lights went out. "Any moment now," Harry whispered, looking around him. "Come on, Dad."

But there was no one there. Calla's stomach churned. Who was coming, and when? They needed someone, now. "Come on," Harry muttered nervously. "Where are you, come on?"

One of the Dementors across the lake lowered its hood. Harry tensed. Scabbers squealed louder. And then Harry stood up and before Calla could stop him, had flung himself out from behind the bush, stepping into the clearing with a perfect view across the lake. "What are you-"

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Harry bellowed. The silver light was blinding, roaring across the lake. An animal cantered, and Calla breathed a tremendous sigh. The silver stag, for good luck. Of course.

The stag charged across the lake, sending the Dementors scattering and drawing back. They retreated into shadows, becoming one with the darkness as they disappeared.

The stag turned, eyes fixed on Harry and loped slowly across the lake, back to him. Calla stood up, legs shaking, as it came to a slow just above the grass. "Prongs," she whispered, the same time as Harry did. She went over to him, reaching out a hand, but the stag disappeared before she could, wisping back into nothing. "You did it."

For a moment the two of them just stared across the lake, not having any idea what to say. Then there was a galloping of hooves behind them and they both whirled around, to see Hermione running towards them, Buckbeak just behind. "What did you do? You said you wouldn't interfere!"

"I got the rat," Calla said, patting the pocket where Scabbers was; he squealed in protest. "And Matilda." Her kitten wrapped her tail around Calla's ankles, purring softly.

"Harry," Hermione breathed. "What did you-"

"I just saved all our lives," Harry said shortly. Calla grinned. "Come on, I'll explain."

"Behind a tree or something," Calla whispered. "Snape'll be down in a minute."

Crouched behind the bush, the twins explained what had just happened and Hermione stared at them, mouth having fallen wide open. "Did anyone see you?"

"I saw me," Harry said. "Remember, I said I thought it was my dad. But it wasn't, it was me, but I didn't know that! But it's okay!"

"I don't know - you two, look at Snape!"

Calla gazed across to the other bank, where Snape - having regained consciousness at last - was busy conjuring stretchers for the three of them and Sirius. A fifth stretcher, with Ron on it, already floated by his side. They watched silently as he held his wand out in front of him and moved the stretchers onwards, on to the castle. Once he was out of sight, Hermione turned to Calla and Harry with a very serious expression.

"Right," she said tensely, and glanced at her watch. "It's nearly time. We have approximately forty five minutes until Dumbledore locks the door to the Hospital Wing. We've got to rescue Sirius, show Pettigrew to Fudge, and get back into the ward before anyone realises we're missing." She but her lip. "I don't know how we can show him Pettigrew without being outside the Hospital Wing, and then that'll raise a whole host of questions."

"Unless we take him to Dumbledore," said Calla. "He can show him to Fudge."

Hermione's eyes lit. "Yes. Yes, Calla, that should work. Alright, so as Dumbledore leaves, we run in, and give him the rat to change back and show to Fudge." Scabbers whined and clawed at Calla's pocket. Matilda hissed.

"Okay," Calla said, wringing her hands. This was going to be very, very tricky to pull off, she was beginning to realise. Even now she'd gotten her hands on Scabbers, there were a whole host of issues and things that could go wrong.

"So now we wait," Harry said nervously. She nodded.

"So now we wait."

The bush beside them rustled in the gentle breeze, and Calla waited patiently as they watched the lake. Somewhere in the distance a wolf howled, and Calla shuddered. That was Remus, out there somewhere. Alone. "It'll be okay," she said quietly, more to herself than to anyone else.

"D'you reckon he's up there yet?" Harry asked quietly, glancing over the lake and its roving clouds.

"Look!" Hermione whispered. "Who's that? Someone's coming back out of the castle!"

It was MacNair, Calla realised. The executioner. An axe was still held and gleaming in his belt. "He's goin to get the Dementors," she whispered, shuddering. "Come on. We should go now."

"Right," Harry said, helping Hermione onto Buckbeak's back. Calla stared for a moment, and wondered how she'd never yet realised that she'd have to fly Buckbeak. But that should have been obvious. Her stomach plummeted. "Calla?" Her brother was sitting atop Buckbeak, looking at her. "Are you getting on?"

She felt suddenly very hot. It was one thing to try and fly Harry's old broom a few feet in the air in the garden, but this was a Hippogriff - albeit a very lovely one - and she'd be flying to the top of West Tower. The thought made her feel ill. "You know I can't fly," she said, face reddening.

"You'll be fine, Cal," Harry told her, offering out his hand anxiously. "I won't let you fall."

Her stomach twisted as she looked at the castle, its towers all so high into the sky. "It's a very long way," she said, swallowing deeply.

"Go between me and Hermione," Harry told her, looking anxiously up at the castle. "You'll stay on, I promise. Sirius..."

That spurred her into action. With a nervous lump in her throat, she took her brother's hand and climbed awkwardly onto Buckbeak's back. At least she didn't think he'd be inclined to chuck her off.

"Okay," Hermione said weakly. "This is it."

"Hold onto me," Harry told her, and Calla wrapped her arms tightly around him, as Hermione did the same to her. "On you go, Buckbeak." He kicked his heels a little and the Hippogriff went running over the ground, then soaring into the dark sky. The wind raced past them, faster than anything Calla had ever felt before. She had to hold back a scream as Buckbeak's wings beat furiously underneath her. She tightened her grip on Harry, sure her nails were digging in, and Hermione held her very tightly.

"I don't like this," Hermione muttered. "I really, really don't like this."

"You're not helping," Calla said faintly, making the terrible mistake of looking down. Her stomach lurched and she shut her eyes tightly, leaning heavily on Harry. "You had better not let me fall off, Harry Potter."

They glided through the air, though Calla was still sure they were going to be thrown off at any moment. But she could feel Buckbeak under her, the power of his wings oddly reassuring, and she tried to force herself to stop feeling so dreadfully ill and terrified about it. Just as she was beginning to feel her terror wake and thought she might be capable of opening her eyes, Harry pulled Buckbeak sharply backwards and she had to bite down on a shrill scream.

They slowed down, hovering in the air, and Calla opened her eyes nervously. "He's there!" Harry said, pointing to a window where Calla could see a shadow lingering against a wall. Sirius. Harry tapped sharply on the window pane.

Sirius' head snapped up, eyes widening. His jaw dropped and he sprang to his feet, rushing over to the window. "Stand back!" Hermione called to him, and though she and Calla both took out their wands, Calla let her do it. "Alohamora!"

The window sprang open. "How - how?" Sirius asked breathlessly, staring at Buckbeak. "What's going on?"

"I really don't like heights," Calla moaned, looking at him. "So please just get on."

"There's not much time," Harry explained, trying to guide Buckbeak a little closer to the window. "You have to get out of here, Sirius, the Dementors are coming - MacNair's just gone to get them."

Sirius stared a moment like he couldn't believe he was still alive to see this, and then placed a hand on either side of the window frame and heaved himself out. Calla helped pull him along - it was lucky he was so thin and light - and got him to fling a leg over Buckbeak. He wobbled a bit, and she pushed him upright as he got his balance.

"Okay," Harry said, shaking the rope he had around Buckbeak. "On we go, Buckbeak. Up to the top of the tower, come on!"

Buckbeak gave a tremendous flutter of his wings and Calla tensed as they took off again. Her stomach felt like it was spinning. They soared upwards, as high as the top of the Tower. There was a clatter as Buckbeak landed on the battlements, and Calla's stomach gave a final lurch. Harry and Hermione jumped off, and she tried to do the same, fumbling awkwardly. "Don't fall," she muttered to herself, and scrambled off of Buckbeak's back. She didn't fall.

Calla opened her eyes, looking at Sirius, and stroking Buckbeak a final time. "Look after him," she told Sirius. "He's a very good Hippogriff." Buckbeak whinnied and tossed his head back. "And he knows it, too."

"Sirius, you've got to go," Harry said, panting. "They'll get to Flitwick's office at any moment, they'll realise you're not there. Who - who knows what they'll do."

"We've got Pettigrew though," Calla said, pleased he hadn't managed to fall out of her pocket on the ride. "We'll clear your name, it'll work out, I promise!"

"What happened to the other boy?" Sirius asked urgently. "Your friend, Ron?"

"He's going to be okay," said Harry quickly. "He's out of it at the moment, but he'll be alright. Madam Pomfrey says she can get him back to normal. Now quick, go!"

Sirius stared between them. "How can I ever thank-"

"Go!" they all said urgently.

Sirius swallowed deeply, shuffling forward to take Buckbeak's reins. He wheeled him around to face the open sky. "We'll meet each other again soon," he promised. "I'll speak to Remus, when I can, we'll figure this out..." His eyes shone damply at them. "You truly are your father's children."

Then he kicked his heels in, turned Buckbeak, and they began their ascent into the air. Calla watched them go breathlessly, waving goodbye to Buckbeak. She hoped she'd see him again too, and that Hagrid might. The two of them glided towards the moon; then a cloud fell over it, and a moment later, they were gone.