I can’t stay here any longer, and I know Mum can’t either. She will have to wander her mindscape looking for sanctuary, leaving a trail of ephemeral daisies behind her on whatever ground her feet might grace with their touch. The clouds spiral about Ah Gong’s head, the winds hasten, and the spreading darkness threatens the starlight. I could jump out of Mum’s mind as a last resort, but I need to look for her while the night is young. I must make for the old-growth forest.