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time,” he says, putting it back into his pocket. Then he gives us a broad smile. “I’m starving. Time for breakfast.”
    “Mmmmmfffffffffffff!”
    We’ve forgotten all about Jimmy.
    “Come on, pal,” says Uncle Alistair, untying him.
    Jimmy looks around, as if he’s woken up from a long deep sleep. “ The fairies! They bit me! ” he says, his voice panicky and frightened. “Don’t let them… Where are my clothes?” Now he looked bewildered, and a bit embarrassed.
    “It’s ok now, they’ve gone,” I say, putting my arm around his waist and helping him onto his feet. “Come on, let’s get you home.” He takes a while to calm down, but he relaxes when we promise him food.
    Dawn is breaking now, and the sky is all pink and yellow, with the black pines silhouetted against it. My island is so beautiful.
    The McMillans are already awake, and they greet us with pale anxious faces as we make our way up the path. Then they see our smiles, and Jimmy, and they relax.
    “The stone fairies won’t be troubling you again,” booms Alistair.
    “Thank goodness!”
    “Come on in, everybody! Jimmy! It’s great to see you back safely! Come in and eat.” Libby sits her old friend down in front of the range. Then she turns to Camilla. “You won’t be wanting any food I suppose, but come and sit with us.” Camilla looks overjoyed; I’m quitemoved to see how happy she is to be counted in. She’s so used to being invisible.
    Twenty minutes later, we all sit down to a cooked breakfast. After wandering in the woods naked for over a week, Jimmy has quite an appetite. “No acorns for Jimmy. Acorns YUK! Acorns BLEURGH!” he explains as he attacks his fourth sausage. He’s still a bit confused.
    “Alistair, how on earth did you do it? What happened?” asks Kenny.
    “Long story.” Clearly, Uncle Alistair wants to keep his methods under his hat.
    “A lot of hairspray,” says Valentina. She’s sitting with Ella on her knee.
    Libby smiles and shakes her head.
    Kenny is silent for a moment. “You wouldn’t have wiped them out, Alistair. You wouldn’t have done that,” he says.
    “Who says?” asks Alistair.
    “Your eyes,” Kenny replies simply.
    “The RWR is not about killing,” says Libby quietly. Her eyes are shining very green, very lovely. “Or we wouldn’t have called you.”
    “No, we never kill anyone. Not even the dangerous ones like Rupert Cleaver,” chirps Camilla.
    “You must have sent them somewhere else,” says Kenny firmly.
    “Some time else,” corrects Alistair, and a look of understanding passes between them, across the pile of pancakes on Alistair’s plate. Nothing more need be said.
    ***
    Kenny and Libby’s half-fairy son happens to be a mechanic, and he changes our tyres while we stand in the chilly morning air. It’s quite surreal to see Ross McMillan’s translucent wings, dark blue as opposed to Ella’s tiny silver ones.
    “I can see his wings. How come I never saw people with wings before? Are they the only ones on the island?” I ask my uncle.
    “No, they’re not the only ones. It’s that your Sight is getting stronger.” He looks at me fondly. It’s a great feeling. My dad never looks at me that way. “Can you see them, Vally?”
    “Yes, I can see them too.” Valentina beams.
    “Your gift is strengthening. Evolving. You’re doing amazingly well, children…”
    We bask in his words like a cat basks in sunlight.
    As we’re getting ready to go, Kenny takes Valentina and me aside for a minute. “Remember this.” He’s looking very solemn. We look into his clear blue eyes, and listen carefully. “Here are three things you need to know about Scotland. One: there are places in this country that can take you to another time. Like the one Alistair used with the stone fairies, only some of them are a lot more powerful. Put one step wrong – or right, depending on the point of view – and you’ll find yourself deep in the great Caledonian forest, or looking a