"That's something," she agrees, settling a little further, shifting her position slightly to get more comfortable. Despite the layer of Caleb's coat and the soft grass underneath, the ground is still hard--though better that, she thinks, than wet and muddy. "And there's enough excitement in Darrow even if you can't actually go anywhere. Not permanently, anyway."

She remembers what it had been like to go to Jamie's island, or for Neil to get whisked away to an England even further in the past than hers had been. They'd been adventures, certainly, but for Rosie, at least, not ones she'd ever want to repeat.