Back in London, Jasmine stopped dead on the pavement of Regent Street.
She didn't move. She didn't blink. She just stood there with Wolverine clutched against her chest, staring up at the building in front of her like it had been dropped from the sky.
Hamleys stretched up seven stories, every window glowing with color. Giant teddy bears waved from the glass. A toy soldier taller than Kyle stood guard beside the entrance in a red coat and a tall black hat. Bubbles drifted out of the doorway, and somewhere inside, a man was demonstrating a flying toy that swooped in loops over the heads of the crowd.
"Kiddo," Kyle said gently. "You have to walk in. That's how shops work."
Jasmine didn't respond.
Ella crouched down beside her. "I think we broke her."
"She's buffering," Cassandra said, adjusting Junior in his stroller.
Jane knelt down on Jasmine's other side and took her free hand. "Do you want to go in together?"
