The pretty girl took her camera and pointed it up the steps at the Gallery. Oh well, never mind, she just wanted another tourist snap. But I still cou...dn’t keep my eyes off her, and to my delight I saw the camera tilt downwards so it was pointing straight at me. Oh yes, that’s better. I stared hard at my book, but I wasn’t taking any of it in - it was just black blobs on a white background. My whole mind was wondering whether she was still there; whether she was still taking pictures; whether. Because it seems you are the gateway," she said, her see-through eyes level with mine. She kept confusing me."I don't understand. You mean, in an abstract kind of way? Like, I'm the guy behind it?" No, you are the gateway. Its purpose and function is linked with your soul. It's what has made you immortal. But that doesn't mean you can't die, Bobby," she said with her arms at her waist while a mangled, half-dead sky-demon crashed a few yards away, flailing wildly in its death throes."I can? I'm. I descended the staircase and came to aunty's bedroom. The door was shut but when I pushed it, it opened. Inside also it was dark but I could make out that aunty was sitting on the mat laid on the floor. I went and sat near her.She said " I have been waiting all along and I thought you will not come" I said "I had to wait till everyone there went to sleep" Then I said " Shall I put on the light?" She said "No — if light is put on it may wake other ladies" I was disappointed and said " I want to. She had three siblings, Roy, nine, Iris, eight, and Genevieve, six. Daisy was the little doll of them all, and as any doll, when they got too tired to play with her, they just put the doll aside to direct their attention to another, more interesting toy.This is a fairytale, and, as any fairytale, there is a happy ending. Before the happy ending, though, there is a Magic spell to tear up. It was the envious Maleficent who made the spell.No matter where she was, whenever Daisy would look at.