He had not acknowledged her, for the distractions were a many, and besides, Marley had been at too far a distance to be heard or clearly seen in the dark where she had stood.
Goober had been debating something loudly, during which there came a light - a really bright atomic strength type light - with an almighty cracking sound, that was most likely a storm's lightning, except to say it seemed to come from the centre of the crowd and not from out of the sky.
She recalled all that much vividly, and then nothing else at all. Marley had woken to find herself lying flat out on the grass only a hundred yards or so from the house.
Where had everyone gone to? And, why would they have left her here like this alone?
The thought did occur that amongst that huge ensemble she had been the only living mortal there.
Somehow the reality of her own kind dawned on her, alongside the sun's rise that was spilling over the fields - and her phantasy world that she had grown so very used to had simply dropped away.
As she propped herself upon one elbow in the grass, she saw a movement rustle a plant right beside her. She peered at it to watch and see if it would move again - it did not. But what she did find, whilst staring at it for more movement still, was a very small piece of paper rolled up into a ball.
The very minute she unwound the tangle of paper, she could make out that the note written inside was in Puck's own handwriting. Less than a minute later another one was to follow - it shot out of nowhere and into her lap.
"Oh God!" she just realised - "they haven't gone anywhere at all - they're right here around me now - I just can't see them!"
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
So interesting
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