“Would you mind continuing from where you’ve left off?”
George nodded with a faraway look on his face. “Guess the first time I realized it,” he mumbled, “was when I got here.”
“Realized what?” asked Andrew impatiently and absently checked his time.
“That I couldn’t go back. Even if I wanted to.”
The others exchanged glances.
“What’d you mean, buddy?” Logan seemed anxious.
“I tried it several times,” answered George, shrugging. “The method that got me here, I mean. But I couldn’t go back through the tree again.”
“But did you close your eyes and –”
“Yes, yes,” he answered the redhead a little impatiently. “And put my hands on the tree trunk. I even tried different parts of the trunk.” He shook his head. “It didn’t work.”
This time nobody asked more questions. They already knew.
“As I was saying,” George went on without being asked, “I realized I need help. Or I would never be able to find my way home. That’s when I spotted it! A flicker of light upstairs!”