She nodded.
“I kept calling him while you were all in the living room. I was here at this window. He won’t listen. He thinks I’m just teasing him.”
Joyce remembered Martin closing the door.
“Then I called you. I was so afraid you wouldn’t hear me. It’s awful to be helpless.”
“Bunny, you’re not helpless. Tell me what to do.”
“What room is he in?”
“I don’t know. Yes, I do, I think it’s at the end of the passage, next the bath.”
“The old nursery. Oh, if I could come indoors. I can’t; they’ve forgotten me.”
“We’ll manage,” Joyce whispered. “I always knew you and I would have to help each other.”
“He must find something to take him back. You are the one who can help.”