“Mummy?” I said in the tone that every child always uses when they want something from their parents. Caroline was baking in the large kitchen at Broomwaters, a week after our fairly miserable experience at Kelly/Olivia’s house. Nothing had changed, since. Kelly/Olivia could still not think of a way to get anywhere near Hoyte’s diary, and that left me with just one scary option left as far as I could see. My theory was quite simple. Kelly/Olivia and I had contacted the remnants of the spirits within us, by doing our mind-meld, but what we really needed to do was touch the stone together. Deep down, I had always felt that touching the Dream Stone with Kelly/Olivia was the end game. And the only way to do that was to enlist the help of my sweet stepmother, because there was no way that Kelly/Olivia was going to be allowed to go within a million miles of it, if her stepfather knew where she was going. And I could not get there on my own either.