“Well,” said Ollie, “if we have disappeared, can we assume that this place is—somewhere else? Like a horrible sort of Narnia? Not our world at all? And when the mist rises, you fall through the door? Maybe the scarecrows sort of exist in both worlds? The bus driver said something like that. That they’re only dangerous here at night, something about them being partly in the sunshine world during the day.” Even to Ollie it sounded far-fetched.
