Lyra sat down on the bench wondering if, and when she would ever see Will again. Pantalaimon decided to drift up into the tree and look out at the view from there.
"C'mon, stop fooling around," warned Lyra.
He spotted a hole, no, a window, the witches must have missed it.
Tearing her skirt, as she scrambled after him, Lyra was not the least bit amused. Here she was, dolefully thinking about Will, and Pan just had to ruin it.
Pan tumbled off the branch and plunged for a few seconds more and then everything blackened out.
"PAN! Come back here, this is NOT funny…Pan!…Pan?"
'Where could he disappear to?' thought Lyra.