As the willow bird had now evolved and grown larger, seven people could comfortably sit on it. It was the size of three mini-buses stacked together. Bowen and his group lay sprawled on the willow bird, looking at the passing clouds, except for Nicholas and Molly. Nicholas was talking with Thomas, the merchant, and Molly was busy eating the sweets Bowen had brought from the sweet shop, occasionally guiding the willow bird in the correct direction. There was not much for the troop to do during this six and a half days journey.
Thoughts ran inside Bowen's mind like a reversed tape recorder. He could still remember those words so clearly.
"You made me do this. It's all because of you,"
