He'd expected... well, glowing lights or pixie dust or something, a bit of bibbity-bobbity-boo. There was none of that. One moment she was climbing into the wardrobe, and then without so much as a glimmer the wardrobe was empty, and Elaine was nowhere in sight.
Eventually, Will persuaded himself that pacing the living room and shooting semi-suspicious glances at the ajar door wasn't going to make... whatever was currently happening happen any faster, and he took himself off the the kitchen for a cuppa. Somewhere, Elaine was spinning them a happy end. If she succeeded, maybe they'd have a better shot at getting through this storm in once piece. If she failed... well, we won't have lost anything by it, he reminded himself. And they'd still gained a potential safe house, either way.
But god, he needed the hope of that happily ever after. They all did.
Time ticked on; an hour, then two. Despite the open invitation, Will didn't feel right raiding the pantry. He did raid the bookshelf after a bit, though, and by the time there was movement from the wardrobe he was on his fourth cup of tea and a few chapters deep in some cosily innocuous story. He set the book down as the door swung outward and rose from his seat on the couch. "How'd it go?"