Henry's POV
I fiddled with the soft dog ears in my hair that had been a bit squished under the hoodie.
The violin bow was in my lap, and I looked at the wasteland around me.
It was still night, the car was silent, and every time I looked at the co-pilot seat, I felt suffocated for Kenny and for his mother.
After half an hour of driving and me looking out of the window, I thought that we had left the already big circus area behind by quite a bit.
Did I already cross from Kenny's space into the Maestro's space, or even into his memory? And if yes, when exactly had it been?
Was it when I stepped on the stone street? When I entered the car? Or had it happened the moment I snatched the little clown's bow?
Maybe I was still on the bridge between them?
I leaned back and closed my eyes.
No matter where Kenny was, I would go there to find him.
If his unconsciousness had been left behind, was his consciousness somewhere separate?
We will see.
