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The school office was too full. The cage-like window and oppressive grey walls felt constricted enough when alone with a teacher, but an additional two cops and a forest ranger was absolutely cloying. Karen shoved her chair back restlessly, only to earn a wary look. Of course, they were scared. As they should be, she decided, straightening her winter skirt. They’d interrupted a griffin’s lunch for this farce. Perhaps she ought to switch her eyes, just to glare all the more fiercely? But no, she’d worked hard this week to shift fully human each morning, and they weren’t worth breaking her streak. “Not long now, Karen,” Officer Danton gave one of those half smiles, half sighs, as if bored of the paperwork he subjected her to. “Just running down the summary here- you’d been visiting your Grandma, ate at the Bark-An’-Cue on the N57, then got to fly back from there to Ranelk. You stopped on Mount Kettle, encountered Charles and Shona, they mentioned this figure, and then you resumed