No, it isn't the Enchanted Forest. The Enchanted Forest doesn't have red rabbits that, even to Peter's completely human nose, smell faintly of rotten eggs. Fortunately, the one staring at him turns tail at the sound of foliage crunching under a human-shaped foot.
Red has never actually come to Milliways through the front door. It's always through the woods, and she tends to catch the change by scent first. This time, in addition to the seawater/sulfur/forge/lake cocktail unique to Milliways, there's blood. Someone's hurt; she can't help following it. And then she stops in her tracks as she realises it's not just blood - it's someone's blood in particular. Someone she knows. Someone she hadn't expected to actually see in person ever again.
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Fortunately, the one staring at him turns tail at the sound of foliage crunching under a human-shaped foot.
Red has never actually come to Milliways through the front door. It's always through the woods, and she tends to catch the change by scent first. This time, in addition to the seawater/sulfur/forge/lake cocktail unique to Milliways, there's blood. Someone's hurt; she can't help following it.
And then she stops in her tracks as she realises it's not just blood - it's someone's blood in particular. Someone she knows.
Someone she hadn't expected to actually see in person ever again.
"...Peter?"