Alice was putting her head into a book titled: How He Got Away, by Ben Casterfore. In another mixture of place and colour, the library disappeared and Alice was taken into the story, just where she had stopped two weeks ago. The book was like a film. There were no words to say that 'Jack was chasing Redovah into the woods', but Alice saw Jack chasing Redovah into the woods!
"Scott, make sure he doesn't follow us", Redovah said to a mean faced man. "You too Alexander". "He might eat the bread instead of us", Redovah said with a thoughtful face. "The rest of us will run, don't forget that Bent Casser is after the treasure too."
'Redovah was a tall, brave man who was looking for the lost treasure of Roberts', Alice remembered.
"Sir", said the man called Scott. "Isn't Bent still in the wrong sea?" "Jeskins (Scott pointed at a scowing man staring at the dark forest) was supposed to head him off in the wrong direction, to make sure he gets lost!"
"What a brainwave!", Redovah exclaimed. "To send him in the wrong sea!" You followed my instructions clearly then!" "So then, have you managed to carry it out?" He turned to Jeskins, who answered him in a hissing voice.
"Indeed it has, sir". "I would not have returned amongst your men, if it had not been". I would have remained until I succeeded".
"Good, very good", Redovah told him. "Scott was right in volunteering you then, wasn't he?" Alexander and Caskey, another man, gave short nods before Redovah continued. "I am guessing that Bent has come on the right sea, by now?" "So we will have to continue with the original plan". "Good luck men and well done". "See you in a few days". And the scene melted and changed.
