“Hold Polly’s hand,” she said, “and avoid the shadows.” They stepped over them like other people did cracks.
“Let’s show her, Polly. Down the ginnel, let’s turn our head lights off,” Charlie whispered.
The snicket had street lamps, just enough to see by, but they had broken the rule. Nanny was gone. The children crept the rest of the way home, terrified, calling for her.
There was a note.
“I’m sending another Shadow Pilot. Do as you’re told. Try to forgive your mother, she can’t help herself. Love, Nanny.”