Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children - BOOCarz

When it was done, he staggered back and sat
down hard in the grass, a dull distant look in his eyes.
Emma took him gently by the shoulder and said,
“Horace, what more do you know about this place?”
“It’s somewhere cold.”
Bronwyn stepped forward to study the marks
Horace had made. She held Olive in the crook of her
arm, the little girl’s head resting sweetly on her
shoulder. “Looks like a jail to me,” said Bronwyn.
Olive raised her head. “Well?” came her small
voice. “When do we go?”
“Go where?” Enoch said, tossing up his hands.
“That’s just a lot of squiggles!”
“It’s somewhere,” Emma said, turning to face him.
“We can’t simply go someplace snowy and look for
a prison.”
“And we can’t very well stay here.”
“Why not?”
“Look at the state of this place. Look at the
headmistress. We had a damn good run here, but it’s
over.”
Enoch and Emma went back and forth for a while.
People took sides. Enoch’s argued that they’d been
too long out of the world, that they’d get snared in the
war or caught by hollows if they left, that it was better
to take their chances here, where at least they knew
the territory. The others insisted that the war and the
hollows had come to them now, and they had no
choice. The hollows and wights would return for Miss
Peregrine, and in ever-greater numbers. And there
was Miss Peregrine herself to consider.
“We’ll find another ymbryne,” Emma suggested. “If
anyone will know how to help the headmistress, it’ll be
one of her friends.”
“But what if all the other loops have slipped too?”