Snow looked at the bird with narrowed calculative eyes, almost as if she was trying to decider what the bird was trying to say. She didn’t know how to communicate with animals but she knew that the raven was trying to tell her something. Levitating on the spot, she turned, so she was looking at bird, downside-and-up, then upside down. Thinking. Then the light bulb went off.

“You want us to go to London? Someone in trouble? A child in need?”, she asked the animal, before looking at the globe. “That’s it, isn’t it?”, she let out her arm, allowing the bird to walk on it, and perhaps sit on her shoulder.